Assassin Classroom Season 1 Novels & Stories

After the series of events from the past weeks, everything died down and everyone began settling into their normal lives, i was back tutoring evans with a renewed resolve and unshakable defence or so i thought. I was more than determined not to notice he and his sly moves. Tamine clutched the three-ring binder to her chest like a shield. She had chosen the most unromantic place possible for their first mandatory tutoring session: Classroom 214, a musty, forgotten space on the third floor that smelled vaguely of old chalk and desperation. The room was mostly empty, the low winter sun casting long, judgmental shadows across the chipped linoleum floor.

“I don’t know what a stupid kid’s game is supposed to teach us. I could be training for real right now.” I watched as he passed under the pine tree where I hid, not sparing a second glance. Quietly, I let myself down to the ground and reached my hand around his throat. “If this were real, you would be dead.” I hissed, causing his face to pale. “Let’s return to the training field shall we?” I was pleased to find Victoria was the only warrior not on the field, though she had managed to locate two of the former assassins. They stood mingling with the three pack warriors who had been caught first.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

Nine smiled, catching sight of me before giving me a glass of water “I should be proud to see that you are still fit despite everything that you have been dealing with” “I was trained by the ancient assassin, what else do you expect?” I winked. Nina laughed, shaking her head at me, I nodded toward the door, shaking my head in question “what’s gotten up his panties?” Nina stayed quiet for a few seconds, nodding at me to follow her. We entered the storage room beside the kitchen and I frowned in confusion, waiting for what she was going to say. Nina barricaded the door before turning to face me, muttering a low chant under her breath “the room is now soundproof, no one can hear what we’re sayi

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

“Yes. Yeah. I’m fine.” We entered the class quietly. Most students were already seated. The room was wide, with long tables and glass windows that showed the morning fog outside. We sat at the back. Mira was still talking in whispers beside me. Then the door opened. And everything changed. The room went quiet. No teacher had even arrived yet, but everyone stopped moving. Cassian walked in first. Tall, sharp, deadly. He was wearing black, and his hair was dark and slick. His eyes scanned over the class like he didn't care who we were. He didn't blink. He just walked to the far corner and sat alone.

"Front and center! Let's see what the new Death God is made of. Attack me!" I scan the brightly lit, wide-open arena. Zero shadows. Zero cover. A tactical nightmare for a former assassin. But honestly? Trying to sneak up on an eight-foot-tall giant in broad daylight sounds exactly like the kind of stupid, chaotic fun I live for. I lick my teeth, dropping into a low, predatory crouch as my dark energy flares to life. Up in the spectator stands, the elite students of Class 1 are watching me like hawks. "She looks pretty fast," I hear one of the upperclassmen whisper, nudging my vampire roommate. "Did you guys just go easy on her in the cafeteria?"

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c

Newborn vampires! "This is going to be fun," she thought She positioned herself on the branch, taking the black gloves in her hand, after pinpointing the locations of every active assassin in the woods. After putting on the gloves, she gripped the dagger tightly in her hand and jumped to a nearby tree towards her first target. Hearing the shuffle, the assassin glanced in her direction but didn't pay much attention. "Rookie mistakes," she chuckled

“I’ve been giving you time again and again to pay up. Now, you’re threatening us of calling the police. Now, you just don’t want to play fair. The Banker was not happy about and sent us here to teach you a lesson.” “Ten seconds,” Zach called out. “Walters, get ready to take a shot.” Moments later there was a high-emitting sound heard as well as smoke inside the gym as SWAT had already thrown in some distraction device and had barged in from the different doors. Alex aimed and took a shot, hitting one man on his right shoulder, making him drop the rifle that he is holding. She took another shot and this time hitting the leader in the abdomen. Screams could be heard from the students at the co