Assassin Fate/stay Night Novels & Stories

Raising the dagger again, they aimed to strike, but she swiftly sidestepped, delivering a powerful knee strike to the assassin's head. The assassin let out a muffled grunt, their vision blurred, and they collapsed unconscious. Tatiana looked at the assassin sprawled on the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes slightly red from the adrenaline. As Tatiana caught a faint whiff of blood in the air, she momentarily felt as if she had been transported back to her own time. Assassination, being assassinated, death... Tatiana clenched her fists tightly, her eyesgrowing red, filled with the urge to confront and kill the assassin.

Then another silence filled the room before Gab ended the call with a disappointed face. “I am sure they did not find anyone alive,” I said. “Or any dead body in the scene, for that matter,” Almira added. “Does it mean these assassins are undefeatable?” Marco asked. “It’s not that they are undefeatable,” I answered. “It’s that the moment they draw their last breath, their body would whither. Their bones dry up, and as if that is not enough, these bones turn into dust.” “Eh!?” Matt yelped.

I muttered caressing her neck and she made the mistake of baring it to me. My teeth elongated and I plunged them into her soft neck. I smelled her fear in the air but it was too late to stop me. My claws elongated, I used them to break her spine as I tore her throat open with my canines. Her blood oozed out soaking my tuxedo. The choking smell suddenly started fading while her lifeless body fell on the floor. I released a heavy breath. Goddess Luna, this felt better. Before I could go to the restroom, Aslan entered holding a plastic bag.

Adrian kicked the assassin in the abdomen, causing him to fly back and crash into the ground. Taking advantage of the brief respite, Adrian quickly scanned the surroundings. Unfortunately, Kayden had vanished without a trace. It seemed Kayden had seized the opportunity to escape during the fight. "Damn it..." Adrian cursed under his breath. With a roar, he charged at the assassin, ready to unleash his wrath.

With a sharp flick of his left wrist, Cassian ripped the silver viper mask away, revealing a pale, southern-born warrior with dark eyes filled with sudden, overwhelming terror. "Who sent you, and what is your target?!" Cassian growled, his silver eyes flashing with cold, lethal fury, his grip tightening until the stone behind the assassin's head began to crack. "You're... already... too late..." the assassin choked out, spitting black blood onto Cassian's gloved knuckles. "The strike team in this pass... was merely a distraction..." Kira stepped up beside her mate, holding the tip of her glowing northern blade a fraction of an inch from the assassin's left eye, her voice cold enough to freez

The serpent inhaled sharply. Serina lifted a hand. Not to spare but to dismiss. “Go,” she said. “Tell your master I do not die on command. Not anymore.” The assassin hesitated, torn between mission and instinct. Then, they bowed. No words. Just the quiet acknowledgment of a threat recognized as equal. Then they slipped out the open window vanishing into the night like they had never existed. “Next time,” Cassian said, steadying his grip, “I won’t let them walk away.”

He lunged at me, his blade glinting in the moonlight, but I evaded his attack with a swift sidestep. My fist tightened as I seized the opening, delivering a crushing blow to his midsection with all my strength and speed which opened a hole in his chest. The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed through the forest as he crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath. Blood poured from his mouth, mixing with the dirt beneath him. I stood over his broken form, my chest heaving with exhaustion. His eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of defiance and defeat. With a cold, heartless smile, I leaned closer, my voice dripping with malice. "Your mission ends here, assassin. You should have stayed home

My fingers gripped his neck, piercing his skin. "Let me die," he muttered. "Like death will give you relief," I spat. "And I already know they are alive! What are the names of the nobles?" Broderick opened his mouth, but instead of telling me the name I needed to hear, his breath fell from his lungs and into my face. His heart stopped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh, a record," the Assassin said passively as he tapped his watch. "FUCK!" I threw Broderick's body to the ground. My foot kicked into his side until sweat beaded on my brow. Taking one of the Assassin's knives, I stabbed Broderick's heart repeatedly until I was pulled away. "Fucking hell! Let me go!"

When she opened them again, her focus was razor-sharp. “Action!” Chase thundered. The assassin appeared first—shadow slipping across the beams overhead. His boots struck metal with a resonant clang as he dropped from above. The mask obscured his face, but his laugh echoed through the set, dark and mocking. “Your time has come,” he declared, his voice low but sharp enough to carry. “You’ve meddled where you don’t belong and today, your fate will be that of meddlers” Sienna pivoted on her heel, her lips curling into a defiant smirk. “Not today. Not ever.”

Areiza as Night’s POV: I stood in front of Cathy with a long whip in my hand. “Cathy, today, your test is flying skills. You have to jump from this wooden stick to that wooden stick. Otherwise, you will be punished with ten lashes.” Cathy titled her had to look at me and smile sweetly at me. “You still remember my name?” I was tightly stunned. Yes, I remember that girl’s name. All the assassins here were identified by numbers at first. It was only when they found their way out that the master of the Sky Pavilion would give them a name. For example, I was called Nita.