Assassin Fate/stay Night Novels & Stories

He doesn't sleep. He only called your name, even when he was high on sedatives. He only called for you to forgive him for the mistake he doesn't even know. Everyday he would sit and chant your name like a mantra. But if someone asks, he doesn't remember who you are. You have killed the Noah Gabriel who loved you. You have broken the most sincere heart on earth. Yes he was a player. Yes would fuck around for fun, but that was all before you. He was scared to lose you as a friend. He told us he would wait to confess his feelings until he was sure. Because he didn't want to lose Benjamin Brian. And now look, he doesn't even remember you. Tsk.

Amara dove for the gun—fingers brushing the cold metal— A hand clamped around her ankle. She screamed as she was yanked backward across the floor. The assassin flipped her onto her back, his cold eyes inches from hers. “Don’t fight. It will be painless.” A lie. She could hear it in his voice. Before he could strike— **BANG!** A gunshot exploded through the room. The assassin froze. Blood bloomed across his side. He turned. Dante stood behind him. Breathing hard. Bleeding.

"If you wake up, I'll promise you anything, as long as you're alright." As if she had heard his prayer, Layla's right index finger twitched slightly. However, it was only a slight twitch. Then, she lay motionless once more. … In his study at the Xenos residence, Anson swept a vase to the floor and roared in anger, "You dumb pieces of trash! "You're all useless! So many assassins were sent to kill one person, and yet you all failed! You almost left evidence behind!" "S-sorry, Sir Anson…"

It was the start of a new day. Winter was creeping closer, and the back lawn of Serenity Villa was already covered in frost by morning. Aspen had almost mastered the art of bone compression, and Andrew was ready to teach her real assassination techniques. He said, "A true assassin only gets one shot. If you can't take the target down in that one moment, you've already failed. And when that happens, you're left with only two outcomes." Andrew stood in gloves, his breath turning into mist under the icy wind.

The Conclave dissolved instantly into two priorities, and Alessia realized with horror that they were not the same. “Kael,” she whispered, “the assassin—he’s aiming at the Moon King—why?” Kael pushed her behind a fallen pillar before answering. “It doesn’t matter. You’re not safe here.” “He’s not targeting me.” “That doesn’t mean he won’t.” Another shockwave shook the chamber. The assassin leapt down from the upper tiers, landing in a crouch atop the council table, cloak whirling like smoke. Alessia’s breath caught. He wasn’t just a rogue fighter. His aura was wrong, dark, slithering, and pulsing with luminousness that felt sick and corrupt.

Of prayers and quiet waiting. Until something shifted. It was the sound of breath, not Samarth's, but another — swift, measured, barely audible. A presence entered from the terrace, shadow sliding over stone, silent and sleek. Dressed in midnight black, the assassin landed with precision, like a panther stalking prey. The face was covered — only the eyes glinted beneath the hood, sharp and cold.

The game had a plethora of characters to choose from: Warrior, Mage, Knight, Healer, and many more. Uji Quin chose the Assassin class once he got into the game, and spectators of the match frowned. The Assassin was capable of killing a player for every 10 steps it took; no one could survive the lethality. With the character’s agility and speed, one move would be able to empty his enemy’s health bar. Perhaps it was over for Charmine. How could she win?

The exhaustion from the day's troubles was too much for his hypoglycemic system. Jason fiddled away with the envelope which slipped off his quivering hands. Losing his balance, Jason dropped to the marble floor with a loud thud, and everything blacked out. *** Song: Anna of the north (Lovers) 💔💔 You told me I would never see you walk away. Said you'd never break my heart Never leave me in the dark I guess there are just some promises we shouldn't make Shoulda knew from the start I'm in the dark Show a little loving

"The Valderian has to complete the mission on his own free will. You have accomplished nothing." The alpha grinned then opened his desk drawer. In one swift movement, he pulled something out and threw it to the wolf who was restraining Dante. It was an injection, it looked high tech and within seconds, the needle was pushed into Dante's neck. "On the country, Dante now has a bomb in his neck, all I have to do is push a little button, and.... boom!" I stared up at him anger boiling in my blood. "You're a psychopath." "I actually got the idea from suicide squad."

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------