Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

I saw him during one of Annabelle's live sessions and Marta confirmed it to me when she returned from visiting Antonioni in prison. Fourth-ranked lecturer in his department. Aluta contunua. Public profile. Office hours listed. Graduation ceremony scheduled. Predictable. Predictability makes men arrogant. I arrived with Scales and four others, disciplined, silent, untraceable. The kind of men who knew when not to ask questions. The kind of men who understood that failure was not an option, only an outcome. The plan was simple. Too simple, in retrospect. We would take him between buildings. Late afternoon. Students everywhere, but no one is watching. Academics rarely notice violence until it s

They had both thought of the same thing that could kill them immediately. If they wanted to kill both of them quickly and ensure there was no chance of escape, the fastest method would be to use a bomb. At that moment, both of them understood why the person who set the trap only sent one person, and why that person was a death row inmate. Edric was horrified. He turned to look at the assassin and murmured. “Could it be…?” Mary hurriedly rushed over, pulled open the clothes of the unconscious assassin, and froze in shock when she saw a timed bomb strapped to his body. The countdown on the display had less than three minutes remaining.

“He suddenly wants to meet with all the skilled assassins of the Nameless.” I frown. “Which means whoever he wants us to kill this time is a big shot.” “Exactly,” she explains. She stops at the entrance to Hades’ chambers, giving me a tight smile. “Well, good luck,” she waves. I nod. Hades sits on his chair, looking all high and mighty with that snarl on his face. He locks eyes with me the second I walk in—and so do the other assassins. Realizing I got here late, I lower my head, feeling everyone’s gaze on me.

Moments Later Medical Wing [Omniscient P.O.V] The corridors were silent. Flickering lantern light. Recovery salts on the air. Rhythmic breathing of sleeping students. A shadow detached from the ceiling. The assassin moved like oil on water. Black silk absorbing light. Jagged glass dagger in his hand. Coated in paralyzing neurotoxin. Target: the private ward at the end of the hall. The girl who had shaken the Academia to its bones.

Lucas asked, his voice like ice, eyes fixed on the subdued assassins. Amelia’s eyes widened as something clicked in her memory, and she stepped forward to stop what was coming, but she was too late. The two assassins convulsed, black blood pouring from their mouths as their bodies went still. The sequence of events had unfolded so swiftly that most had barely grasped what had just occurred. “They took their own lives with poison," one of the bodyguards reported grimly. Lucas’ expression darkened. His jaw tightened as he ordered, "Clean this up."

"Front and center! Let's see what the new Death God is made of. Attack me!" I scan the brightly lit, wide-open arena. Zero shadows. Zero cover. A tactical nightmare for a former assassin. But honestly? Trying to sneak up on an eight-foot-tall giant in broad daylight sounds exactly like the kind of stupid, chaotic fun I live for. I lick my teeth, dropping into a low, predatory crouch as my dark energy flares to life. Up in the spectator stands, the elite students of Class 1 are watching me like hawks. "She looks pretty fast," I hear one of the upperclassmen whisper, nudging my vampire roommate. "Did you guys just go easy on her in the cafeteria?"

“Hey, wait… what exactly are we…” He walked straight into Aaron’s back. It was like hitting a wall. A warm, solid, immovable wall that smelled faintly of cedar and something else Leon refused to identify. He bounced off, rubbed his forehead, and stepped back. They were in a classroom. Leon’s stomach did something complicated and unpleasant. He knew this room. He knew it the way you know a place you’ve tried hard to forget. The same cracked window. The same row of half-destroyed lockers along the back wall. One of which he had hidden inside while Aaron did things to a girl on this exact floor that Leon was not supposed to witness.

Then, he told his brawlers, “Clean this up.” From beginning to end, he never even gave me or our child a second glance. “Mrs. Marconi, get back to the car!” a bodyguard roared at me. I abruptly came back to myself and saw that Enzo had been forced into a corner, with two soldati lying on the ground. I had no clue if they were dead or alive. The gunmen were reloading. Within ten seconds, they would start firing again. I tossed the communication device into the fountain behind me and ran out.

Several students cried openly now while others rushed desperately toward the classroom door. Just then, the boy’s body dropped hard on the ground and a sickening crack echoed across the classroom floor. Blood slowly spread beneath the student’s lifeless body while terrified students stared frozen in horror. My hands trembled violently against my desk. The teacher looked completely pale. I tilted my head slowly as I saw Vanessa looking through the class window. She noticed someone was watching as she ran away. I quickly pushed off my locker as I went after her. Whatever that happened In this class, she must be aware. I thought to myself.

There were no words. Just an attachment. Frowning, I tapped the image. At first, it looked blurry. Dark shapes behind frosted glass. Then my stomach dropped. Two figures. Standing extremely close together inside a classroom. One taller. One leaning forward slightly. Even distorted through the blurry quality, I recognized us immediately. My breathing stopped. The timestamp at the bottom corner read: BLACKWOOD HIGH — ROOM 214. The classroom. My fingers suddenly felt numb around the phone. No text followed. No threat. No explanation.