Assassination Classroom Karasuma Novels & Stories

His eyes weren't their usual striking gold anymore; they were a terrifying, glowing crimson, burning with the promise of absolute death. In a display of terrifying, supernatural speed, Cassian intercepted the assassin before the man's boots could fully settle on the floor. He didn't just hit the man; he pulverized him. Cassian caught the assassin by the throat mid-air, the force of his grip snapping bone instantly, and slammed him down into the marble floorboards. The wood cracked under the impact. The threat was neutralized in a matter of seconds, the second assassin dropping like a stone, completely lifeless before he even knew what had hit him.

I mumbled to myself upon remembering one almost-forgotten detail. I dug a hand into my pocket once again and fished out a rose, made from an intricately folded piece of black paper. It was our guild’s signature to leave black paper roses after corpses that we assassinate. I’ve always found the practice insignificant, but I guess the higher-ups wanted to take credit in all those kills so bad. “What a waste,” I stared at the second arrow I shot, pinning the rose into the wooden door of his carriage. But finally, my work was done.

" After that, Sean immediately left for Beverly High School. Fortunately, it was Saturday, and school was out. Therefore, there were no students or teachers in the school. The assassinator took Blake to the fourth floor of Building A. Her hands and feet were tied behind her back, and she had fallen unconscious. Although the explosion hadn't harmed Blake directly, it had still had some impact on her. The assassin was an Orwallian man. He was robust and had a three-inch-long centipede-like scar on the left side of his face, which made him look ferocious. He stared at the unconscious Blake. There was murderous intent lingering in his blue eyes.

She called, coming out of her room to the sitting room to see him on the floor but with a bullet in-between his eyes. She was about to scream before the intruder came into view, shushing her before she does anything silly. “Please, don’t kill me,” Yasmina begged. “My father would give you any amount you want.” But she wasn’t spared, hence the assassin pulled the trigger and stood in front of her to make sure that she was truly dead. After the deed was done, he simply avoided the camera by using the secret door that he came in to meet his boss. A sleek black Audi was parked right outside the hotel and he entered inside to meet him.

Until then my fate is sealed as hitman. The man comes into view as he exits the bathroom and goes to stand at the end of the bed where his playmate for the night awaits him. Here's my chance, a nice clean shot. With one tug of the trigger and my untraceable bullet entered through the right side of his skull and out the left leaving his limp body falling on the hysterical and scared sh*tless young lady wearing nothing but red lingerie. She was screaming to the top of her lungs with fear and confusion closing in on her.

I froze, heart stalling. Zarek called out behind me, “Kara, get back!” But I was too late. The assassin lunged—

He fell instantly. “Yusuf!” Isla cried, crawling toward the door, trembling, trying to reach him. Footsteps. Rapid. Heavy. The assassins were closing in, dressed in black, guns drawn, eyes cold. Isla froze, her back against the seat. Her heart was thudding so loud she couldn’t hear herself think. Then Gunfire. But not at her. From behind the assassins, a silver SUV skidded into the alley, its doors swinging open mid-stop.

“Jesus Christ… please, don’t. Not here.” “You don’t understand.” My eyes water instantly. With every target I kill, I see Camilla sobbing, gone. They took her away from me. “You will, soon.” Takeshi lunges for his desk. To press the red button. If he succeeds, we’re dead. Carlton is faster, tackling Takeshi to the ground before jabbing his face. My heart. Bloody hell. The emotions are nameless. I rush to Carlton and cup his face, with Takeshi still under him.

“Sayonara Sato.” “Karera wa Anata o neratte iru, Don Antonio (They're coming for you, Don Antonio).” Kenji sneered in his foreign dialect before letting out a gruesome painful scream as the torture began. ° ° ° “Run a background check on that girl and bring her to me.” Antonio ordered his right hand man, Bruno. “The badass who shot Sato?” Antonio didn't respond to his theatrical question. “As you wish.” Bruno playfully saluted the boss and strutted out to carry out his instructions.

They reached the area and found it dead silent even more than their previous visit. Max signaled his men to take a position in case new targets or any new members arrived who were already on good terms with Yuri just to look at the situation. The man was no doubt the most decorated Assassin in Russian Mafia. Only if he had agreed with their Boss's words, things wouldn't turn into such a mess. They entered the room. Those patches of blood were present but no bodies were found inside. It was partially visible that those bodies were dragged a little and later taken away. The messed-up house looked more horrible and haunted. All they could sense was a terrifying eerie silence.