Assassin Classroom Season 1 Novels & Stories

Another slumped against the wall. And someone standing over my child. The assassin turns slowly. Calm. Masked. “Too late,” he says. I don’t remember screaming, but my throat burns. Kieran lunges. Too far. Too slow. The assassin moves fast. A blade flashes. Blood splashes. Small hands clench. The blade drops. Silence crashes down. The assassin falls but not before the damage is done. I rush forward, my knees hitting the ground. I gather my child into my arms.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

But the assassin's weapon was wavering, her tactical focus momentarily broken by the flood of new, contradictory information. ​ ​The assassin's head tilted, assessing the information. ​With a curse of frustration, the assassin turned on her heel. "If this is a lie, Xavier, I will be back for you both." ​ In a final, terrifying move, she detonated a small smoke canister, plunging the room into darkness. When the smoke cleared, she was gone, leaving only the shattered wall and the ringing silence. ​Xavier was at Alessia's side in an instant, pulling her into his massive, shaking embrace.

Chapter 49 Cass The assassin comes back for me, and it’s obvious I’m his target. I don’t have time to worry about anyone else; fighting erupts around Warrick, and chaos breaks out near Colt’s side of the table. He lunges again, and I catch another one trying to reach me too, but Victor and Serge cut him off before he gets close. I dodge the first assassin’s strike, deflect his knife, and land a punch across his jaw. He stumbles but recovers fast. I back up, hit a table, and my hand closes around a vase. Instinct takes over. I smash it over his head. He reels, and I drive a kick into his stomach. The man doubles over, and I bring my knee up hard into his face. He drops, clutching his nose, ju

" 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.

She bit down on the bloody dagger and began searching the two corpses, but aside from their weapons, neither bodyguard carried any keys. Aspen remained calm, silently reciting the killer's principles Andrew had taught her. "As an assassin, the first rule is to stay cool. The second rule is still to stay cool. The third rule is to be fast, and the fourth is to escape above all else… That's what matters most." She opened the black briefcase first but found only documents inside, no Blackstar Crystal. That meant the crystal was most likely hidden in the safe. Aspen's slender fingers moved toward the combination lock. However, at the last moment, she suddenly froze.

I take a step backwards, only then realising how precarious of a position I'm in. Being a dangerous assassin isn't as interesting as anyone would like it to be when you're trapped before a Luna whom you have just discovered to be linked to the Iraka League, unarmed and without a knife, and with your body stark naked beneath her husband's clothes. She could call her guards in and have them arrest me while even accusing me of something I would be innocent of, and I would have nothing to defend myself with.

She was suffocating and couldn't breathe. Flashes of her childhood where she gets locked up replayed in her mind. “Noo… stop,” She yelled, pinching herself to remain conscious. Kael, who had just left, had an uneasy feeling. As if his body was being controlled he rushed down to the dungeon. Opening the door, he saw her on the floor. As he reached out to touch her, her body trembled. “Don't… Don't hurt me,” She said while unconscious. “A traumatized assassin. How laughable,” Kael thought.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

They threw sharp, unfriendly glances her way, but Claudia ignored them completely, focusing on the teacher instead. “You— the new student,” the teacher called gently, pointing at her. “Please come forward and introduce yourself.” Claudia stood. “My name is Claudia Jackson,” she said simply. “Nice to meet you all.” Then she returned to her seat. A loud hiss broke the calm. Tina. The teacher paused briefly, then continued as if nothing had happened. “Today’s topic focuses on recent events in Italy,” she began. The class grew attentive. “There have been multiple assassinations targeting high- ranking officials. The attacker is a serial killer known as Striker.”