Novel & Cerita Assassin Naruto Fanfiction

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.

It drove Nash backward, his boots skidding violently in the mud, and he crashed to his knees with a grunt that sounded more like a beast’s roar than a human cry. "Nash!" I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat before I could stop it. The archer in the trees didn't hesitate. There was no dramatic monologue, no pause for effect. The bow creaked ominously as the assassin drew the string back again, the purple fletching of the second arrow glowing malevolently in the darkness. This time, the aim was lower—center mass. The heart. I scrambled forward, ignoring the biting cold rain and the mud that soaked instantly through my dress. I had to reach him. I had to shield him.

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

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.

(Sasu) Hearing their master shouted his order, whilst in pain, all 26 of the Spider Assassin’s jumps into action. At the same time, Aeternum Side also started to move into action, the first one to fall is the assassin that brave enough or so foolish enough to jump before, Sasu, and he accept the assassin rather stupid attempts with a shot straight at the Assassin forehead killing him instantly. That was the first criminal down. “We ARE The SPi......”.(Dead Assassin)

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

He removed his long coat. I took a step forward, gripping the table. Assassin placed his long coat over my shoulders. He picked me up, "Thank you, Assassin," Tears welled down my eyes. I glanced at Duante through the corners of my eyes. He grabbed the wooden chair. He arched his arm in full anger and annoyance grasping the chair. Assassin turned into the hallway. I heard a loud noise shattering the mirror. I closed my eyes, making the remaining tears fall. The tears continued to spill down.

But as he watched, her face began to blur, her features dissolving into a featureless white mask. The silver brand on my neck suddenly went cold, the light vanishing into a dull gray. High above, inside the Sky-Cage, Dante Moretti let out a hollow, mechanical breath as the final thread snapped. "Nothing," he murmured, his voice sounding like a stranger’s. "Nothing happened on the mountain." High above the earth, the Architect was dead, and the Assassin was born. (Watch out for Chapter 232) 💬 Please add to your library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Your Gifts mean so much to me.

Nikamura looked down to find the assassin's star weapon in her stomach, and when she looked up, she saw him approaching her with his sword drawn. That instant, she started to run towards the window and jumped. He broke his way through as he was hot in pursuit. She realized that as she was running, she seemed to be growing weaker. The assassin had played dirty, and she was now left with figuring out a way out. She halted, enough for him to draw close when she threw down her last object of defense. The blue smoke from the mist was strong, providing her with enough time to jump the tree and to the nearest rooftop.