Novel & Cerita Assassination Academy

It was the start of a new day. Winter was creeping closer, and the back lawn of Serenity Villa was already covered in frost by morning. Aspen had almost mastered the art of bone compression, and Andrew was ready to teach her real assassination techniques. He said, "A true assassin only gets one shot. If you can't take the target down in that one moment, you've already failed. And when that happens, you're left with only two outcomes." Andrew stood in gloves, his breath turning into mist under the icy wind.

It had been two years since then. She knew to get in she would need the skills to sneak in and out without notice. She hadn’t gained that skill in the forest so she needed to learn it. She had them started to take on assassination jobs to gain this skill. Doing this had gotten the attention of Wolferan and had since been forced to run from him. Although she had become well known for silent assassinations she still was lacking in the skill. She needed to be better to get into the castle to kill the king.

Nine smiled, catching sight of me before giving me a glass of water “I should be proud to see that you are still fit despite everything that you have been dealing with” “I was trained by the ancient assassin, what else do you expect?” I winked. Nina laughed, shaking her head at me, I nodded toward the door, shaking my head in question “what’s gotten up his panties?” Nina stayed quiet for a few seconds, nodding at me to follow her. We entered the storage room beside the kitchen and I frowned in confusion, waiting for what she was going to say. Nina barricaded the door before turning to face me, muttering a low chant under her breath “the room is now soundproof, no one can hear what we’re sayi

Being the last assassin standing after the hunt she has gotten the right to kill the target and has seventy-two hours to execute the assassination or a hunt will be called on her head. He fidgeted in his seat while he wondered what he will do if the blonde doesn't wake up before the time expired. He stood up from his seat and began to pace the small hospital room. His finger went to his teeth as he began to chew on the already short fingers nails. This was a nervous habit of his and right now he was really nervous. Failure to complete a job means death. No mercy.

It was nothing like the other one I had been to; it was a little smaller, I think they had no intention of moving the base until they barked up the wrong tree. The assassin that led us to the base was shot and killed on the floor while we all went inside. Immediately we walked inside, the alarm went off, and the girls were told to arm themselves and go after us. I give it to them; they were training killing machines, and if my men weren't trained as well, they would have swept the floor with them. They were all over the place, I was initially thinking of giving some of them a chance to walk out of here alive, but it's as if they are all wired the same way.

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

This was not supposed to happen. I don't want to be touched. Ever. Again. Aiden turns, signalling with his head to follow him. As a true submissive, I have to walk behind him. Not next to him, like a normal person, like a valued person. But I follow him. Because what choice do I have? How far will Aiden go to make sure his ridiculous plans go ahead? What did Henry take off him? Why is he so vexed on revenge? I trail behind him, a submissive already in formation, through the silent, dark halls of the academy. Nobody is up yet. Our footsteps echo off the marble. Cold statues of long-dead dominants line the walls like silent witnesses.

At this point, he was willing to tell Lacan who sent him to kill Ashley, but Lacan was not willing to listen to whatever he had to say. He squatted to the level of the Assassin and thrust the dagger into his chest ripping it down to his stomach and cutting his words shut. Ashley flinched as she watched the scene. Her body jerked against Tracy's hand in fear. Her hands quivered in fear as she watched the assassins cry dryly in pain. His eyes were almost out of their socket, and it didn't look like he was going to die soon. Blood gushed out of his mouth and eyes, his whole body was completely soaked in blood, and his both eyes dropped out of their socket as Lacan dipped the knife into his eyes

Moments Later Medical Wing [Omniscient P.O.V] The corridors were silent. Flickering lantern light. Recovery salts on the air. Rhythmic breathing of sleeping students. A shadow detached from the ceiling. The assassin moved like oil on water. Black silk absorbing light. Jagged glass dagger in his hand. Coated in paralyzing neurotoxin. Target: the private ward at the end of the hall. The girl who had shaken the Academia to its bones.

The red-eyed vampire from before stepped forward slightly, his gaze locked onto her mark with something dangerously close to fascination. The golden-eyed wolf didn’t move, but his stare intensified. Virelle felt it like a physical weight “What is this place?” she pressed, her voice tightening despite her effort to stay composed. The man’s attention returned to her face. “You are in Blood Oath Academy,” he said, the words settled into the air like a verdict. “A place,” he continued, “where those chosen by blood are trained, controlled… and, if necessary, eliminated.” Virelle’s breath hitched. “I’m not supposed to be here,” she said immediately. “You said it yourself, I wasn’t meant to be summ