Assassination Classroom Karma Akabane Novels & Stories

She glances at Kōjin, who’s currently lounging on a nearby houseboat in a Hawaiian shirt, sipping a margarita the size of a kiddie pool. Kōjin (raising his glass): “Don’t look at me. My kid’s got this.” Akane charges. Seras meets her in mid-air. The clash is blinding (solar fire against oni iron, lake water flash-boiling into steam, shockwave knocking every boat sideways). Ten seconds later Akane is on her knees in the water, kanabo snapped in half, armor cracked, staring up at Seras like she’s seeing the sun for the first time.

The sharp bite of a scalpel on my skin. I clench my fists, forcing the memories back. I can’t let them consume me. Not now. Achilles' death started from here. Valentine is here. That is all that matters. A figure steps into view, his silhouette familiar in the dim glow of overhead lights. Dr. Kane. His smirk is infuriating. “Oh, I see you’re back,” he drawls. “Stockholm syndrome, is it?” I don’t let him finish. The fire surges from my fingertips, engulfing him in an instant. His scream is brief—cut off as his body crumbles to ash.

They were both soldiers, and Ryan knew it would take time to put aside the ancient differences between their races. He’d always known how much Haggoz loved Kevin, though. It had been apparent in every look he gave him, in every touch. He regretted not checking on how he was coping without his mate. The truth was that it was hard to think about Keanna and what was happening to her. Akari had once been on the business end of a Werewolf sense of hurt and betrayal, and even though Akari herself had been Keanna's target, she couldn’t help feeling some sympathy for the young woman. They’d been on their way to becoming good friends, and Akari believed at one time that those feelings of friendship h

She could feel fear, hesitation, and believe in karma. Even though she tried to stay rational and insisted she was an atheist, seeing the person she had killed standing before her, perfectly fine and smiling, made her heart tremble. She couldn’t help but recall the bloody nightmares she had after the murder. Aurora understood this mindset all too well, similar to how assassins think. No matter how much training one endures to become a cold-blooded killer, the first life you take always haunts you, lingering in your mind like a curse.

Maybe he was brilliant at hiding his feelings. I believed that right up until the moment he began to howl in extreme pain. Had I forgotten to mention the bullets were silver? Kane was watching with Rene. They were flanked by Lisa and Noah. I couldn’t order the latter to forgive and forget but I could tell him where to sit. Revenge by proxy. Had it been enough?

Her heart fluttered like a merry Birdy and soared high into an overwhelming sense of joy. Hearing that, this man had liked her more than just her exterior. But that merry Birdy was shot down by her insecurities and regrets. "Remember that night I told you I've done something unspeakable?" She asked in a suppressed voice. "I do." "Karma came back to bite my arse because of those unspeakable things. That involves the assassin who tried to kill me." "What did you do?" He asked. She took a deep breath and slowly unfolded the events that made Kathy Black go after her blood.

By the time I dropped them off at the preschool, I wanted to go home and take a nap, but there were things in the office that required my attention. I showered and changed in my room at the pack house before heading to my office. To my surprise, Zane was seated in front of my desk waiting for me. “Have the bids together already?” I asked. “I figured that would take at least a day.” “No. There were a couple incidents last night. I need to fill you in.” I gestured for him to continue as I took my own seat behind my desk. “That assassin, Marcus, he killed his cellmate last night.”

"His men were always around. One wrong move, I'd be Swiss cheese before I could complete the mission." Olek shook his head. "Save that bullshit for some rookie who'll swallow it. Not me. You're one of the best assassins breathing, Raven. With top-tier training. I've seen you end a man with a goddamn paperclip without blinking. Thigh holsters, ring blades, poison lipstick. You could've garroted him mid-fuck and walked away whistling. But no. You've lost the plot entirely. Sleeping with the man you're supposed to kill. The man who murdered your sister."

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

Lu Jingzhe said before motioning him to continue. "Boss, this, why do you have karma's photo in your phone? And why are you calling her Qingxi?" Cheng Ji asked, making Lu Jingzhe look at him in his confusion. "What do you mean? Speak clearly." Lu Jingzhe asked. "This, this woman is none other than the infamous international assassinator karma. As you know, I was among those 30 guys who were saved by karma from that psycho gang, when they were taking us out from the basement and Karma was checking other rooms.