Assassination Training Novels & Stories

It was the start of a new day. Winter was creeping closer, and the back lawn of Serenity Villa was already covered in frost by morning. Aspen had almost mastered the art of bone compression, and Andrew was ready to teach her real assassination techniques. He said, "A true assassin only gets one shot. If you can't take the target down in that one moment, you've already failed. And when that happens, you're left with only two outcomes." Andrew stood in gloves, his breath turning into mist under the icy wind.

"This is why I trained you this way. You thought you were getting better, but the moment I raised the stakes, you faltered. Overconfidence is more dangerous than poison itself." He stood up and paced around me. "In our pack, female assassins are trained differently from the males. Strength alone won’t save you. Deception, knowledge, and precision will. Before they learn how to fight, they learn about potions and poisons. Why? Because a blade may fail you, but a well-placed drop of poison never does."

He sensed the storm brewing inside me even when I concealed it from everyone else. "What do you think we're dealing with?" he inquired warily. I folded my hands in my lap, fingers intertwined beneath my chin. "Not your average criminal. Not someone who happened to walk in off the street. These killings, they're planned. Somebody who's had training. Military training. Assassin training, perhaps." Dave gritted his teeth. "That limits it some, but not a lot. You're thinking of someone within our own division?" I had already considered it. "It is possible. Which means this is even more deadly."

I say, still a little resentful over the deception, “I know you’re not the wide-eyed, naïve student you’ve been pretending to be.” “I’m not acting,” Bethany snaps, clearly stung by my tone. “This is something of new territory for both of us—having the target of an assignment be changed in the middle of the assignment, and switched to the contractor of the assignment in the first place. Plus, I was never really trained as a PSK—the assassins go through a completely different training program—so I was always learning the ropes from you, regardless of whether you knew the real reason for my being here or not.”

Instead, she had encountered four pathetic, ill-trained street rats—barely enough to qualify as a warm-up. As a top-tier assassin, her training philosophy was predicated on brutal, real-world conflict. Only the constant accumulation of practice—the quick, precise, and lethal application of force—could maximize her physical efficiency. Her dinner entertainment was over. She gave the cramped room a final, dismissive look. Before stepping out, she paused, her eyes lingering on the figure in the corner—the unconscious youth drenched in blood. An almost imperceptible shift occurred in her mind. It was not kindness, but a cold calculation: she didn't want the trouble of a corpse being found in a s

JAYLEN I felt movement against my arm and I woke up in an instant, slowly analysing my surroundings with my eyes closed, I evened my breathing. I took in every scent, every sound, everything had meaning, even the amount of light in the room. It was an old habit that I had picked up from training. I wouldn't even call it a habit, since it was drilled into me. An assassin could get caught anytime and get drugged. An assassin could get tortured for information. An assassin caught alone will die alone.

Jae, who failed to justify, cleared his throat once before scratching his head with a dry laugh. "Ahem, then let's get into this. Haha.. In our training system, the key man is a coach or the Airburst as an instructor that will advise and take care of AB Trainee qualifications throughout the selection to ensure that they meet the criteria of being a hero in every aspect. Another one is the AB Trainer, who trains and tests AB Trainees in the use of our organization's signature equipment called Airtech. But since you joined the application much later than the others, you'll need a separate trainer like me instead of training with Mr. Hoss like everyone else. And from the information of the Them

"Oh, is that so...? Then how do you practice that?" "We were taught the best places to end the life of another. The best pressure points to strike, how strongly you should attack, and how painful and what effects each pressure points may have on the victim. All to guarantee a clean and successful kill," Ashina explained, sending more chills down Ellie's spine. 'And once again, I am reminded where I am...' she thought in fright. "I s-see..." "Argh! You bastard! Watch it!" came a shout, grabbing Ellie's attention.

We only have each other now and add Wilson as my other emotional support. My uncle or I can call him as my dad right now, he was the one who trained me into an assasin. I can use knives and gun perfectly and I never miss a target before. He basically trained me like a ninja back in the days where we were hiding in Vietnam from people who tried to kill us.

Catching one will not cause their whole downfall. “Second day, they trained me and discussed everything that I need to know. They have this hierarchy starting from the head, down to the hunters, next are the assassins, and the last ladder was the line of drug mules and weapon smugglers. Only the hunters and assassins were filled in with details and provided with personal contacts, the drug mules and weapon smugglers should only do their job and get their shares when they succeed. I, for example passed as the hunter. They gave me a mission—”