Assassination Training Novels & Stories

"I underwent 6-month rigorous training and qualified a month ago. My assignment was to replace Jack, assassinate Major General Evans and report about his sub-ordinates. Till then, I would pass information via a chip embedded in my body. This was not hard, any conversation that I participate in would be relayed to my employer via the chip." "I knew this was not an easy task and that was why they found me who was not a member and didn’t have any useful information about them." "So I asked them if I would have to be Jack for the rest of my life if I couldn’t successfully assassinate the Major General. I also told them my conjecture for my lack of confidence. They were open and transparent. They

"Blaze is strong, but even the strongest have their moments of vulnerability." Phoenix nods. "Blaze was especially determined to eliminate the organization that orchestrated the assassination. These assassins were trained to commit suicide immediately upon capture. But we managed to stop a few from taking their lives. We interrogated them, threatened their families, even killed a few more. We didn't rest until we got the information we needed."

I arched an eyebrow in response, sensing the lingering reluctance of my proud pack members to accept outsiders, particularly those who attacked them, guiding their training. Blake remained stoic, unperturbed by my pack member's blatant disapproval. On the other hand, Idris couldn't hide his irritation, his features marred by annoyance. "I will first give you a simple introduction before going to the demonstrations." "The art of assassination takes on a mysterious and fascinating form. It's not merely about stealthily ending someone's life, it's a complex blend of cunning, precision, and the harnessing of supernatural abilities," although he was irritated, Idris religiously explained.

He was cursing when he found out that there were at least ten hackers that were hired just to attack their training outlet. There were a few on-train agents that had been hurt. No one was reported to be down. Though those in training were still far from what agents are, they still knew how to protect themselves. Their training was like the training of assassins. That way, they could compete with anyone.

He didn’t really understand why she gave him that look but knew she wasn’t pleased with him. Nagos trained harder and the next time he killed he had gotten queasy but was better off then the first time but he still could tell Leanunya wasn’t pleased. After the two times she put him under more rigorous training that often left him alone. He could tell by this she was no longer trying to train him personally like before. He killed again and wasn’t really affected then and now he wasn’t afraid or really affected by killing. He did feel bad though and disliked killing if he could help it he wouldn’t kill He of course knew when he needed to kill and when he didn’t.

There were still hours to go until sunrise. Anne looked at the women's corpses under the dim light, her heart beating fast. If this were an island, then unless she could get away in a boat, there would be next to no chances for her to leave this place. Anne was feeling heavy and hopeless. "Now start the training, run!" The person leading started running, and the people behind followed. The muscular man roared, "Faster!" Physical fitness was the first step in training to be an assassin. Anne felt that this world had gone crazy.

And he’d taken me with a possessiveness that had been both terrifying and, in a deeply shameful way, exhilarating. Now, the training had shifted. It wasn’t just about defense anymore. It was about offense. It was about killing. “You flinched freckles,” Austin’s voice cut through my concentration. We were in the woods behind the mansion, the air damp and smelling of pine. He’d set up targets— not just inanimate ones anymore. sometimes, he’d use live rabbits Jaron caught in snares, telling me to dispatch them quickly, cleanly. The first time, I’d thrown up.

“Now then, off you go, back to the classroom. Your next task is to dismantle and reassemble your weapon, first person done in under 30 minutes gets to be chosen as the next captain.” Feeling their excitement, I move to watch as they all quickly bow before scurry off back towards the classroom, each of them eager at a chance to be the next captain. As it was considered a huge honor among my men as well as perks and benefits if you were chosen to be the next in line. Smirking to myself, I knew how we trained our men, our men were trained to be merciless, assassins, men of war and so we often pushed our men to the extreme, but if completed, then they were rewarded handsomely and received exciti

“You know you can’t avoid this conversation, right?” He chuckled. “I know.” *** I wiped the floors while Marcus set up the training equipment, speaking as he worked. “The academy—what we do here—it’s not just about teaching self-defense. Sometimes, protecting means eliminating threats before they become unstoppable. We train people for those kinds of jobs.” “So, you’re training killers?” I asked, my voice sharp. “No, not everyone becomes an assassin,” he replied. “I watch my students closely. I know who has the guts for it.”

Dellan stood in front of us all and began to address us. “Today marks your first day of training. You will learn how to become the best fighters this country could ever have and probably be groomed to become killer machines. Rule number 1. In order to be the best fighters, you have to kill all your emotions starting from today. However, today’s lesson will be disarming your opponent. Since we only have one lady in this class, I would like to see what she can do. Tracy, please come up here.” I got out of my chair and went to stand in front of Dellan. He reached inside his waistband and pulled out a revolver, pointing it at my head. I immediately started to sweat and my heart nearly leaped out