Assassin Classroom Novels & Stories

" After that, Sean immediately left for Beverly High School. Fortunately, it was Saturday, and school was out. Therefore, there were no students or teachers in the school. The assassinator took Blake to the fourth floor of Building A. Her hands and feet were tied behind her back, and she had fallen unconscious. Although the explosion hadn't harmed Blake directly, it had still had some impact on her. The assassin was an Orwallian man. He was robust and had a three-inch-long centipede-like scar on the left side of his face, which made him look ferocious. He stared at the unconscious Blake. There was murderous intent lingering in his blue eyes.

It looked devastating and divine at the same time. He felt its considerable heft in his hands, yet it simply didn’t feel right in his grip. “This is a bit much.” He went back to the screen and tapped on a few buttons and filtered out everything but the smart and nimble classes. He scrolled through what was left until he came on Assassin. It looked sleek and deadly, with all-black armor and access to a variety of razor-sharp weapons. Not only that, but the skills and powers it came with sounded pretty awesome and insane. Tornado Attack, Shadowblade, Triple Assassinate… Just their names drew him towards it.

The instructors stood on the sidelines, their arms crossed, watching like wolves observing a hunt—cool, calculating, and detached. The ground was painted a dark brown, a color Kaidën would later learn to recognize as blood. Kaidën’s pulse quickened as he swallowed hard, feeling his anxiety coil tightly in his stomach. These weren't just kids play-fighting; these were potential assassins honing their skills. He watched as one recruit expertly took down another with a swift roundhouse kick that sent his opponent crashing to the ground, the thud resonating like a drumbeat in Kaidën’s ears. A rough cheer erupted from a nearby group, the sound sending a chill down his spine.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

“Seriously, three minutes? Maybe her only skill is spreading her legs.” I’d never played chess before. I only knew the basic rules and names of the pieces, which I learned in this very class. Yet they acted as if I were some idiot. Oh, for God’s sake. My teacher’s gaze was cold. “You need to study harder, Anastasia. Strategy is required for every step you take in life.” As if I’d ever graduate from here and actually want to become an assassin. No way. What kind of life is that, always hunting or being hunted, never belonging anywhere, never feeling anything? To me, being an assassin sounded utterly miserable.

Asshole better. Mr. Asshole mutters some incoherent words before carrying on with his lesson. After like, literally one second, Mr. Asshole sprints out of the classroom mysteriously without saying a single word. The whole class seems to be caught in some sort of trance, just everyone gaping at each other. And then all hell breaks loose. I have no idea what just happened because that was really confusing.

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

Safiya Aris stared at me for a while and I hoped he believes my lie, about the whole farting thing. Gosh, this is so embarrassing. "Ohh, I see. I'll go drop the plate then." He says and walked out of my room. Phew, I need to be really careful from now on, Aris already knows my identity, I can't let him know am an assassin, I can't.

She huffed, “all self taught. I never had anyone to ask to learn from or such. I only learned what I was able, while on the run. Before then I couldn’t even read anything or do much math. What difference does that make?” Wolferan spoke, “it doesn’t. I was just surprised by it. Most who never were taught never could read to begin. I never learned until someone sat down and taught me. It makes me wonder if you had been taught, would you have been a scholar instead of an assassin.” Leanunya looked at him, “I doubt it would have made much difference.”

Juaqin’s POV I am in an abandoned classroom in Emmanuel High School. I just escaped from prison. I am sitting on the broken teacher’s table while holding a Mini Uzi. Right now, I will do what appears to be unthinkable. I must kill students, teachers, and staff of Emmanuel High School. They should also be miserable, just like me. So, I stood up and left the abandoned classroom. Then, I shot every person I saw dead. Elisa’s POV