Assassin Reincarnated Novels & Stories

I scrunched my face, trying to hold back my tears as I reminisced of all the things that I have done, as Sakamaki Yuu and as Lancelot Ral Constance. Just right after I reincarnated, I have been running around settling problems that the former Lancelot started. I did say that I want to live my life as I wanted, but seeing the servants and the people, in addition to my fussy attitude, I couldn’t just left them continue living like that.

His hand rubbed his face furiously, and then he asked, "You said you had a sister. What happened to her?" "I-I don’t know. I ran away when my mom started bleeding and wouldn’t move. I don’t know if she’s alive or not. Neither do I know what happened to my sister," I said with so much shame, but he remained silent. I reached out for his hand, but he took a step away from me again. We were almost three feet apart, and I have never felt so far from anything in my life. I felt inclined to continue when I said, "I had to move here to get the cops off my trail. I survived on the streets for weeks until the day some guys tried to have their way with me. One thing led to another, and before I knew i

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

A surge of satisfaction flooded my being as I surveyed my defeated opponent. Completing the mission was only the beginning. Now, faced with fragments of my own identity, I grappled with the task of unravelling the enigma that was my true self. Memories began to resurface, bit by bit, providing me with glimpses of my purpose. I was not merely an assassin, nor solely a seductress. I was Nemesis, a force to be reckoned with, and I vowed to let nothing stand in the way of my destiny.

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

Timothy. He was still getting used to the body that he reincarnated in. A known as a serial killer. A hired assassin centuries ago. He was getting used to the body as it slowly turned into his original face. That’s how reincarnation in their family works. Slowly, the body will adapt to the soul and whatever the Soul looks like, will adapt by the body. The scar on his face was permanent and a lot of women were disgusted by it.

She sat beside him and noticed that his hands were shaking. "I had a big trauma from my past." He mumbled. "This assassin was like Harvey. He's an upgraded version of Harvey. I had encountered him many times and every woman that I bed after that~~that encounter where I almost killed him, he came back and bedded the same women that I did and killed them, then sent photos to me. I thought that he was gone but he was watching us." Chills sent through her spine, but it wouldn't change that she wanted him.

She asked again. Mason scrunched his nose and then scratched the tip before he said, “You talked about reincarnation like…” “What could I possibly know? It’s just a… a thesis!” “You’re a very confused human.” She grabbed her glass of juice, sipped it, and then breathed out, “It is just a thesis, Mason.” I refuse to believe. You said you have come to realize that reincarnation is real. Which means that you know someone or witnessed someone coming back to life.”

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

"What I mean is that the sorceress was reincarnated. She didn't just wake; she was born again, and this time stronger than before." The Seer's attendant came in with ankle bells, and the Seer paused. The girl knelt and tied the bells to the Seer's ankle. They didn't speak until the girl left. "She once betrayed her bloodline and the realm, and was killed for it. Now that she is back, she could be seeking revenge." "Then we find her," Kallias said immediately, but the look the Seer gave him made his eyes narrow. "You know where she is."