Novel & Cerita Assassination Academy

The Assassination Department and Spy Department. The Assassination Department where people who accepts missions by killing criminals, issues by the sect. They are the silent killers of the night. They are expert when it comes to hiding their presence, like a shadow and they kills with a lightning fast moves. The people belong in the Spy Department is the intelligence or information gatherer. Meaning this department are the house of Secret Agents and the world's best Hackers in the world. They are expert in both the act of disguise and in fighting. The second is Sakura .

So many ways to make it look like tragedy rather than murder. The assassin had been hired by High Lord Cassian Thornwood to eliminate his niece. Make it look like an accident. Leave no trace that led back to the Fae Court. And the Northern Pack Summit...scheduled in just six days...provided the perfect opportunity. Chaos. Politics. Hundreds of wolves gathered in one place. Security stretched thin trying to monitor everyone. The perfect cover for an assassination. The assassin pulled out a small notebook and added today's observations to the growing list:

I asked frowning. “Yup! When I found you gone and an intruder ready to kill me, kill us.” Aaron informed me with a straight face. “W-what?” I asked, feeling shocked. I left my mate alone in this danger. Aaron nodded and sighed before informing, “It was that pageant boy Cary, turns out it was a big assassination plan rolled into old school first seduction then poison scheme.” I took Aaron in my hold and patted his arm, his chest to find something a miss, thankfully there was nothing. “How- how can you talk about this- this casually? Are you- are you alright! Baby, what the hell is happening?”

But even as she sat in the backseat with Kate and Troy upfront, Kendall continued to mock them. Kendall: So what does it feel like? Knowing your mama's killer is so close and yet so far? Kate turned in the passenger seat, making a grab for Kendall. For the umpteenth time, Troy intercepted her and slammed her back into her seat. Troy: Next time, I'm letting her knock you the fuck out, deal or no deal. Kendall laughed. Kendall: Apologies, Your Majesty. I just can't get over the irony. Think about it, Katie. Six months. The best and brightest minds The House of Assassins has to offer on the job, and still not even a suspect?

He puffed deeply, inhaling the menthol smoke, which buzzed against the back of his throat. Stupid motherfuckers. All of them. Especially Deyquan, ragging on his terrorist theory. Like he knew any better. Such bullshit. Seriously. A girl dead in the bathroom, drowned in a fucking sink. Who did that? Not your average psycho-serial killer. That was straight-up, hardcore assassin shit. Like stabbing someone’s brain through their eye with a pen. Or strangling them with piano wire. He should know. He played Assassin’s Creed and Call of Duty and Splinter Cell, 24-7. He’d seen all the Jason Bourne movies, too.

… Tristan and Nolan sat in the dining room while Quincy placed the short arrow in an airtight bag in front of Tristan. Tristan took the short arrow out of the sealed bag and glanced at it. Nolan intertwined his fingers, placed his hands on the table, and explained with a calm expression, “There’s an assassin organization in East Winston that uses this kind of weapon to murder their targets secretly. I think you should know a thing or two about that organization.”

How can someone who murders a person be capable of the greatest skill of all, healing? Lucien, I need to remember his name instead of just ‘the assassin’ softly knocking on the door late into the night. I sent Kyra to deal with him but even I had to admit he looked immaculate in a crisp white shirt. He was wearing one of Alexanders, but it was stretched to the max over his wider shoulders and muscles.

Avyanna reached for it, but she did not flip it open. "It has been 10 years since the last group of assassins were sent to them. And that was under the previous director of the FBI. Everytime a director goes down to his/her position, they will personally kill the assassins that have been sent to them to shut them up and avoid leaving any traces that would link to them." That only means that after the current director goes down to his position, it will be automatic that Avyanna and her team will be killed. Avyanna inwardly snorted.

A sickening *thud* echoed as the round tore through his shoulder, spraying warm blood across my cheek. He grunted, a harsh sound of pain, but his grip tightened, fiercely protecting me. My paralysis snapped. The cold-blooded instincts of the assassin violently hijacked my nervous system. While pinned beneath his heavy frame, I thrust my weapon out. I aligned the iron sights with the center of Adrian Moreau’s chest. *Bang. Bang. Bang.* Three rapid shots tore through the chapel. Moreau’s triumphant smile vanished. He staggered backward, his bespoke suit blooming with three fatal red roses. The silver-tipped cane clattered against the stone as he crumpled to his knees, choking on his own blood,

My head was already spinning with the implications of what had just happened. A student saw me. A goddamn student. This couldn’t get out!, it would ruin everything. The carefully curated image I’d built at this school, the mission I was here to complete, everything would be shattered if word got out, and my Mission will be ruined here in Petaluma College. Yes, I'm an assassin, and the only reason i'm in this school is to kill just one person. Oran Gorge the Camouflage.