Assassination Classroom Karma Akabane Novels & Stories

I challenged her. "Okay fine, I'll tell you, AS stands for Assassination Society and as you can see from the name, they are the ones who are given assignments to assassinate someone and the ones who give them these assignments are their BIG SHOT client who wants their mess to be cleaned or enemy to be killed accidentally or in natural death without them being linked to that death," the woman began to explain everything to us. And I hate challenging her since she understands what AS is and what the aim of this group is.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

My mind raced, calculating my options. I could fight. I could disarm the officers before they had time to react, create a diversion, disappear into the night. But that would mean more blood. More innocent people getting caught in the crossfire. I glanced at the terrified faces of my classmates, their wide eyes reflecting the image of a monster. They weren’t just looking at a criminal—they were looking at something inhuman. It hurt more when looking at Mason and Abel, they didn't recognize me. They looked at me like I were the devil.

she agreed hurriedly before closing the link, but not before I felt her rapid heartbeat and read her wild thoughts. "Come in," I said to my beta and gamma. As soon as they stepped in, I felt the shift in the atmosphere. I waited until they sat down across the table, then broke the silence. "What did you find out?" I asked. Nolan cleared his throat noisily while Aslan continued sitting in silence. "The girl's heart was ripped out by the time we reached the dungeon, Alpha. Although the murderer tried his best to make it seem like suicide, the absence of blood beneath her nails proves otherwise," Nolan revealed. He stopped and stared at Aslan briefly before continuing.

Zara nodded and both left. They were walking back towards the locker room when she heard another scream coming right from the locker room. She ran towards it. She entered the locker room and the scene in front made her eyes widen. The ballet teacher Mrs. Halsey was lying in the pool of blood with a knife stabbed in her right eye. Soon crowd gathered outside the locker room and police was called KILLER’S POV: Wow! I really enjoy playing with Zara. She is not an easy target like her father and sister were. She is a fighter, so getting her down will be difficult but not impossible.

Lyph~ the soul which resided within the baby's body, was a notorious Killer. Killed thousands of lives, be it corrupted or innocent as it was her job. She was also a weapon smith, but only making weapons for herself, deadly kinds of weapons, many even wished for her to make theirs too, but she refused nonetheless.

Amid the scattered papers and crumpled textbooks, the stark inscription on the school badge shone clearly into her mind, a final, damning piece of evidence: Ninth Grade, Class Five, Skylar Vance. The master assassin, whose mind had once handled lethal complexity and unimaginable pressure, was utterly, brutally blindsided by this temporal catastrophe. “Hey, Skylar Vance! Who gave you permission to stand? Get down on your knees, now!” A high-pitched, childish voice, dripping with pure, unearned entitlement, ripped through the silence of her shock.

it feels like this peace is too fragile, too perfect. I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming. Something bad. THIRD PERSON’S POV Back in the city, in an abandoned garage near the outskirts of town, Camille straps weapons into a black van. Ammunition clips snap into place. Beside her, a man, an assassin, in all black studies a map pinned to the van’s dashboard. Red circles. Coordinates. Timelines. “The cabin is isolated,” the assassin says without looking up. “Minimal visibility. Three exits. One unguarded. We strike soon.”

It made me pause, doubt creeping in for the first time. Was I doing the right thing? "My mate was murdered by a shadow assassin," I explained quietly. "The same kind that killed Kamla Winters." Shock rippled through the small group. Charles Winters stepped forward, blood dripping from a wound in his arm. "That's impossible," he said. "The shadow assassins work for—" "For Luther Cain," I finished. "Yes, I know. Your trusted Beta has been playing both sides, Charles. He ordered both killings." "Why?" Amara asked, moving closer despite Elias trying to hold her back.

Kamini "Yes son, me. I shot you. I knew you were useless and wouldn't be able to use your powers properly and kill these vampires. I asked you to kill Ankit, and what did you do? You went there to warn him. Luckily he wasn't at home at that time, and you left there after asking his grandparents to stay careful. They didn't understand what you meant. They were just normal humans. Those weak, ordinary human beings were unable to fight with me when I killed them." Ankit "You killed my grandparents? I will not leave you." Ankit ran towards Kamini to attack her but she shot him with the silver bullet in his heart. Ankit fell and died on the spot. Rehaan was completely shocked. He wasn't understan