Assassination Training Novels & Stories

That way there will not be any transfer of aggression to one another and decisions and judgement will be fair and not based on external influence. The Organization was not only where we sent out Assassins to handle our dirty businesses as some myopic peeps usually thought was the modus operandi for all deadly Organizations. We handled tutoring, training of females and males and we established business and sent most of our graduated students who had the zeal for running a business as Managers of those establishments. And of-course all the businesses were located in extremely secured Packs.

We're royals and can do whatever the hell we want. "I'm sending out our secret weapon. I think he's ready." I've been training this assassin since he was dropped off at the palace when he was a pup. He has been locked in a cage and is not allowed to interact with anyone other than the assassins training him. He has not been shown any kindness and has been beaten many times, almost to death. He's huge, even bigger than me, and meaner than anyone I've ever met. He’s the perfect one to kill Sienna. His name is Maverick.

It seemed like it was back to normal. Alison didn't feel okay at all. The next morning Alison woke up extremely early. She dressed up hurriedly, her pulse pounding with fear rather than excitement. After what had transpired, the thought of training with Nicholas was confusing to her. But a small part of her clung on to it. Perhaps this was his method of getting over this and getting back to normal. Or perhaps it was his way of punishing her. She entered their normal training ground behind the home. The woods towered over them like a barrier. Nicholas was there already, stretching with smooth, accurate motions. After giving her a quick glance, he nodded. "All right, let's get started”

Stepping on the gas, we zoomed out of the school parking lot, leaving a frightening roar behind. I massaged my forehead as I groaned, "Well, couldn’t you have said that like a normal person? I am already dealing with a venomous headache." "Venomous?" she asked, amusement evident in her tone. She kept her eyes on the road, and I could not help but think back to the time some assassins tried taking her out as she drove. This woman could kill three men in thirty seconds with one hand while the other drove. And if bullets weren’t fired, there wouldn’t be a scratch on the car.

In terms of experience and ability, a newcomer can't stand in the top 100, let alone first like this. “Yes, the superiors must have made a mistake.” Ellen, also a capable assassin, followed suit. She's been an assassin for so long, she barely managed to get into the top 10, but now she's being stepped on by someone new, she can't stand it. The murmur of complaints did not stop. Benedict looked at the chaotic scene on the screen and couldn't help but smirk proudly. He has been the leader of this organization for more than forty years to train such a talented person. In only a month of operation, he has climbed to first place. It is hard to believe. The trip to China at that time was certainly

Nine smiled, catching sight of me before giving me a glass of water “I should be proud to see that you are still fit despite everything that you have been dealing with” “I was trained by the ancient assassin, what else do you expect?” I winked. Nina laughed, shaking her head at me, I nodded toward the door, shaking my head in question “what’s gotten up his panties?” Nina stayed quiet for a few seconds, nodding at me to follow her. We entered the storage room beside the kitchen and I frowned in confusion, waiting for what she was going to say. Nina barricaded the door before turning to face me, muttering a low chant under her breath “the room is now soundproof, no one can hear what we’re sayi

The diversity of immigrants in American sure had done their menus favor. I wasn’t picky, Assassins were trained to live on the edge, in rags, with crumbs in slums. Status, money, or kindred all melted away when you were on training to be a first-class murderer. This is one of my most exuberant covers so far.

“I got this from an invasion. “I was cut while in the hospital. “This one…” She explained the origins of each scar. “I’ve already done my investigations. The majority of these assassins had been trained by the Tate family. “The only people who can send Tate family’s assassins out on missions are members of the Tate family. “Who else would it be other than you?” Sally was stunned. The Tate family had trained assassins? She never knew that...

’ Her blue eyes iced over, she wanted her revenge on those who had caused her so much pain and she kept her word twelve months later Beresford met her off a different plane and found his soft little girl was gone forever. At first, she hated the training the two Agents put her through, they made her do specialist exercises eight hours a day and it was repetitive and boring. In between the exercises they taught her how to use a gun, a knife, and a bow and arrow. Once they felt she was fit and strong enough they moved on to teach her how to kill without any weapons teaching her to use whatever she could find, curtain tie-backs, head scarves, and even ribbons could be used to garotte someone if

They are assassins sponsored by an unknown source. They get job from influential people around the world, and they get it done, but no one knows or has ever seen them or even knows their whereabouts. They also help their members in getting revenge if any of the has a particular person to destroy. It's not everyone who can afford them or get to them. They are expensive , and even the influentials have to be prepared to lose a huge amount of money. They have never for once failed in their job. Every year, they always choose fifty people to train, and during this training, many die due to brutal training.