Assassination Classroom Cosplay Novels & Stories

I reply frantically, searching around the room. Much to my relief, I spot a small dagger in the room. Without a moment’s hesitation, I return to Elder Claude’s side, grab his hand, and slash his wrist open. The heavy scent of blood fills the room, sharp and metallic, mingling with the acrid scent of wolfsbane poison. The blood that spills across my gown is purple, not red. I hold back a gag as I angle Elder Claude’s wrist downward, trying to help the poisoned blood flow out.

A black power bike is a right of passage in the organization; each assassin is given a black bike, on the night of your initiation into the family, we only differentiate one bike from the other with the numbers written on it. "Is there something written at the corner?" I asked Cole, who was still busy looking at the bike.

Ailina’s POV: Rita, who was walking on the red carpet, smiles sweetly at the reporters’ camera. She made various postures for the photos. The person in charge came over and said to me, “Miss Wilson, for today’s event, you must put on the clothes of our game. You need to cosplay your character in the game.” I found it reasonable. I went to tell Rita about this matter, but she was a little unhappy. “Why would I wear those strange clothes? Why should I put on such weird make-up, like a clown? It's too childish.”

For no reason, Larissa removed the mask of every assassin that she took down. Then, she was extremely dumbfounded. They all looked exactly the same! They were like duplicates. The ten assassins all had the same appearance, body shape, and hairstyle. You wouldn't be able to tell them apart! Larissa got curious, "Did you all get cosmetic surgery together? Or are you decuplets? This is absurd." The assassins felt as if they had been mocked. They glared at Larissa with resentment. "Don't be so upset, I'm just asking," Larissa began chatting with them.

Having a party with this dangerous vampires in my surrounding is really an unbelievable thing for someone who does not believe in herself and for those who are a vulnerable one. I know it's dangerous I'm going into it but this thing makes me even stronger and it makes me bold enough to handle this homicidal journey. I love it and I'm ready to risk everything for it. Even my blood, self and my entire life. If committing suicide here is really my destiny, that is a once upon a time story that I've ever made in my life. We passed the other classroom where there are occupied of some students who are still busy in their make over, they were shocked and admired at the same time when they saw us we

No responsibility whatsoever. "Steampunk Captain Hook-nice!" A camera flash nearly blinded Zain. He cringed and gritted his teeth against the burst of memories, the white blossoms against his eyelids. The onslaught of images battered at his brain, but he'd long since learned how to navigate this perilous undertow. His grin was more of a grimace, a barely contained snarl caught in his throat. He didn't mind the photographs, he expected them. His newest cosplay get-up was considerably more elaborate, and of course, he didn't mind posing. What he would prefer was a little common courtesy and being asked permission.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

I couldn't help but score a snort. "What's so funny, D'Angelo? Want me to stick my foot in your butt otherwise?" My eyes widened. The girl who got rejected didn't have to chew me out like that! "Hey, that's no way to talk to a classmate." Katrina corrected. "Wow...and she's someone with justice," Mark whispered beside me. We had a free class before the end of the day lecture in physics. Gossips were natural. However, just as Katrina was approaching us, a whole band of cosplayers rolled in. Literally rolled in like transformers!

In less than fourteen seconds she killed thirteen men without even her breath getting uneven. She was wearing a masquerade mask, black with silver intricate design on her dark head. Zion took out a similar mask and kept it on the table "She is the Kuznetsuv's secret weapon, their very own female terminator, only does lethal assassinations. These men in the video were men who were contract-killers and she killed them like one would slice a knife in butter." Daniel gulped down the century-old wine from the rim, looking at the woman in a black latex body-hugging attire, moving swiftly and fluently, with squinted eyes. She had deep curves in all the right places. A 100% babe.

I didn't remember what I was like before the accident, but I was sure I wasn't a flowery girl with hearts and unicorns spilling out of my eyes. From the guns and knives hanging on racks in my weapons place, I was definitely hardcore and gritty. Female assassins didn't wear dresses with sweetheart necklines or dinner dresses with pencil heels, not unless they were undercover and wanted to fool someone. No!