Assassin Fate/stay Novels & Stories

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

He paused, then looked at me. "If you want, I can alter its structure. Break the connection. I can even make it backfire on the person who cast it." So that was how it was… No wonder she became some so-called 'lucky streamer.' She was not lucky. She was burning through my luck, stealing my life. "How much?" I asked without hesitation. "I don't charge," he replied, calm and firm. "Stopping things like this is a good enough reason." I froze for a second, then immediately handed him the paper.

“I’ll tell you next time I see you.” I walk away. Always leave them wanting more. Foster buckles his pants as he strides out of the bathroom. As the door swings closed, I spot the birthday girl fixing her make-up in the bathroom mirror. “Alright. Let’s go crush the hybrid’s skull, and put an end to that pussy Alpha Asher once and for all,” Foster seethes.

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.

My exhaustion was slowly setting in so I could not go that deeply but it was enough to keep him from moving too far without losing too much blood. “Bitch,” he spat at me, clutching his neck. We were both at our ends so it was now a war of attrition. My fire that was helping me burn up the poison spreading through my veins was slowly dying out. The assassin pulled out a final set of blades. “I suppose it will be an honour to be killed by the Moon Blessed.” “Stop trying to make this sound like a duel.” My body was now dragging from exhaustion so he should have won our last bout if Lillian had not reappeared and stabbed him from behind.

The Weaver begins weaving a counter-pattern of existence. But we're all too slow. The assassin's weapon strikes—and passes through an empty point in space. Luna stands three feet to the left, somehow moving before the attack began. "Future sight," he says with a grim smile. "Useful thing." The chamber descends into chaos. The assassin's allies reveal themselves, launching attacks from multiple dimensional angles. Other council members choose sides, either joining the assault or defending us. Reality itself groans under the weight of so much power unleashed at once.

I dropped my mug next to the clean ones and turned to face him. Just as I put my hands on my hip, wanting to ask him if everything was okay, he took one last sip of his coffee, slammed the mug on the counter, muttered, "Good day, Kayla." Then he walked out through the back door, leaving me breathless and gobsmacked. "Good day to you too, asshole." I muttered under breath as he slammed the back door. ~~~~~ Restless energy and annoyance caused by Gabriel's attitude yesterday and today pushed me to take a walk alone.

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.

And Dimitrios was stubborn as hell whenever the discussion of letting go of Iris came to the table. Dimitrios returned to his room and sat on the bed after the entire day's work. He was tired as hell because of all the incidents that were happening. He had to take care of Derek. Because keeping him alive was no longer needed. But Iris's sudden outburst made him stunned today. He could never believe that the girl could just run and snatch the gun to kill another one. Who was he kidding actually? The same girl tried to kill him two years back when she had lost her parents. Derek might be right to some certain extent that an Assassin would always remain an Assassin. Because that is what runs in