Assassin Fate/stay Novels & Stories

“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.”

"A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking in the shadowy corners of my office when I was elevated. I now imagine it haunted my predecessors for some time as well. At least I will pass on knowing the name of our assassin." "The assassin is right here," Fatima spewed her hate at me. "You are correct," Krasimira chuckled. "The assassin is indeed in this room. Its name is A****n. I need a moment, please." She stood and walked to the doors. What she wanted didn't take long at all. "Gun," we heard her request. The magazine fell to the ground. The sole bullet did not follow. Krasimira walked tenderly into the office as if every step tore like f

Then he cleaned and patched up his wound by himself. Then he realized that Matthias was watching him the entire time, so he quickly switched to a neutral expression. His phone chimed. Tatum: All clear. Assassin taken out. There were two of them. One of them killed his partner before shooting himself in the head. Fuck. Those were... kamikaze assassins? No wonder they didn't care about their lives and went all out to kill Matthias and him. What was it that could make people forsake their lives to kill someone?

“Let's go home, honey.” “Noooo. Mommy!” She tried to squirm. “No Kay. We're done for the day.” “Alright, mommy.” She leaned her head against my shoulder in resignation as I turned to the dark handsome stranger. “Well… thanks again.” I turned to leave. “Wait!” I paused. “I feel like I need to make it up to you somehow, or else you're going me up as some bad guy.” Well, he wasn't lying. “That's not really necessary-"

The assassin said coldly, "I kill only those who deserve it. I don't trouble the innocent." "You think you can kill me alone?" Chase asked, frowning. "I'm not alone," the assassin replied indifferently. At that moment, the space in the distance quivered as Chase's auras approached, carrying dreadful pressure. "What?!" The assassin's expression shifted dramatically. Without hesitation, he retracted his blade and fled. "You can't escape." Chase stepped forward, moving with such speed that he reached the assassin within moments. He blocked his path and swung his fist at the back of the assassin's head.

Every strike, every dodge, every snap of fangs was a declaration: Blackwood would not fall, not today, not to assassins, not to traitors. Finally, with a coordinated lunge, Kade and Lena struck simultaneously, claws and fangs tearing into the master assassin. The cloak fell back, revealing a scarred face, eyes blazing with hatred and disbelief. The assassin’s body crumpled to the stone floor, defeated but alive—barely.

“Do you think it will matter, Aria? In the end, your fate is already sealed. There’s no escaping the prophecy. Whether you choose to embrace it or fight it, it will consume you.” Lucian’s gaze hardened, and with a swift motion, he ended the assassin’s life. Her body fell limp to the ground. --- Aria stood in stunned silence, her mind racing. The assassin’s words haunted her, and she could feel the weight of the prophecy pressing against her chest. She had no choice now. She couldn’t afford to be a bystander anymore. "I have to do this," Aria whispered, the resolve growing inside her. "I have to embrace the prophecy."

She was sure that this dagger had been dipped in poison. “You goddamn bastard! Where’s the cure? Give it to us!” Holly glared at the assassin who hurt Waltz. “Heh, my poison has no cure.” The assassin chuckled coldly. Holly flipped the dagger and swung it towards the assassin, stabbing him on the chest. The wound was merely two inches away from his heart. “Since there’s no cure, then die.” Unexpectedly, the assassin smiled as he looked at Waltz. “To us assassins, failing a mission is no different from death. I’m glad that I will be going down with such a beauty. I won’t be alone.”

the assassin's voice threatened Reikel and Morry loudly. "And why would I do that? Do what you want. But I assure you that you can't leave alive in this place," Reikel replied. And instead of following what the assassin said, Prince Reikel pointed his sword at him. Yassi couldn’t help but widen her eyes because of what he did. Only now did she realize that her life was worthless for him. It doesn’t matter if her life is in danger or if she dies at the hands of that assassin.

With a swift spin of her staff, she channeled her inner strength and unleashed a wave of searing light that pierced through the shrouded mist. The assassin recoiled, his form momentarily destabilized. Sensing an opportunity, Styria pressed her advantage, her blades striking with deadly precision. She danced with calculated grace, weaving between his defenses and delivering punishing blows. "You think you can extinguish our flames?" Styria taunted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "We are the sparks that ignite the fire of justice!" Meanwhile, Rey and Luna continued their seamless collaboration, their movements harmonized like a well-practiced symphony. Rey conjured swirling cyclones, man