Assassin Naruto Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he asked quizzically. “Ah yes,” I replied sheepishly, touching the tender bit and wishing for a mirror, “headbutted a log after a nightmare.” “It’s not so bad, should be gone in a few hours,” and without thinking he placed a hand under my chin and tipped my head up to look at it. Looking directly at each other for a few seconds only made that feeling grow. The full scale fire blazing in my core within seconds was desperately seeking him, until he quickly dropped his hand like it was on fire and headed off down the road. Following him down the track my confusion grew by the second, I think I am getting a crush on the assassin. Shit.

“You are doing something. None of this is on you. Just remember, no matter what happens, you did all you could for me.” His expression tightens as he tries to decipher my words. Fuck me if I missed the mark in reassuring him. Me and my big mouth. His hand rises as he gently caresses my cheek with his scarred knuckles. “One way or another, all of us assassins are fucked up, April. This is why we are what we are. You just need to prove to us all that you have the mental stability to do it. For now, promise me that you won’t give up. Promise me.”

There are many losers in their chief group but there are also losers in our groups. "Oh-fuck! It's stupid, ah!" I shouted without saying to stab me in the stomach with the dagger. I removed it and stabbed him in the eye, stabbing his head several times. I saw another assassin approaching quickly so I faced the man I was holding and moved away a bit. He was the one stabbed by the assassin so I smiled. I jumped high and clung to the irons, every assassin I passed I kicked because they would jump up! Woah! "Ayssssssssh!" I shouted angrily, when I felt pain in my left cheek, I hit pakshet that was crunchy!

Kira tightened her squeeze, with caused Yaku’s eyes to turn into white orbs. “Hey- Onee-san- You’re squeezing a bit-“ “If you want to be an assassin, deal with it.” “ONEEEE-SAN!” Yaku’s scream echoed throughout the garden and the surrounding landscape. —— SAVIOR: Original Story by OneSevenEight Episode: The Lightning Assassin - Autumn Days —— “I accept your offer, Madam Bri. I will train to become an assassin.” Bri allowed a smirk to escape from her lips as Yaku proudly declared her intention.

But right now, I did know that Aspin had to die. I kicked his chest and pulled my wrist from his grasp. He tried to hold on tightly, but I twisted and kicked at his head, hoping he would let go. My foot made contact with his head and he grunted. I panted heavily, adrenaline now pumping through my veins like a heard of horses. I was hoping that when he recovered, he would be in fear. That he would see the monster I was and realize he had made a mistake. But in the end he just laughed, dark and manically. He laid out of the ground, his face in his hands. The sight was truly unsettling. I could feel the unease crawl through my body, making me itch under my uniform. This bastard was no ordinary

Nisha’s POV The next day, I got up early to prepare for the assignment. I'll be dressing up as a covertly recruited secretary by the boss's family, because the person I'm going to assassinate despises having a secretary. I'm not sure why, but that's what Mr. Cat told me last night when I asked him what my cover would be.

We exchanged glances, and I was about to ask her a question when one burst through the window, shattering it, and threw a knife at Kat. I caught the knife mid-air before it could get to her. "They came for her," I said to myself. The assassin kicked me, but I quickly knocked her feet away, before it got to me. She threw a few punches, and I knocked them off too, I swiftly dug my claws into her chest, and ripped her heart out, and her lifeless body fell to the floor. Kat pulled off their masks one after another, and when she pulled out the mask of the one I ripped her heart open, she gasped.

"How ironic. Can you not tell the difference? You are much more overweening than I am. How presumptuous of you to think that it would be the opposites." "Let go of me." "No, you let go of me, Vermillion." he firmly commanded. I grip harder against his collar and his claw started to twitch against my neck. "I am not one of your stupid mates. For your information, I am your assassin. And I don't take orders from my victims." "I am not a victim of yours." I felt his claws tease the edge of my neck. "But you are, to me." he spat back. "Just you wait until I get out of here, bastard." I grimaced.

“I told myself you were safe here. I was wrong.” “Alistair, look at me,” I said, reaching out to touch his arm. He stiffened but didn't pull away. “I’m okay. I’m a bit shaky and my throat feels like a desert, but I’m alive. You didn't do this.” “But I am the reason you are a target,” he responded, his eyes meeting mine. “You are the Consort. My… blood mate. To hurt you is to hurt me.” “Well, mission accomplished, I guess,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood. It was weird seeing him so vulnerable. “But hey, now we know the assassin is sloppy. They didn't do their research well.”

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.