Assassination Training Novels & Stories

His body trembled in excruciating anguish, and he gritted his teeth. His eyes grew listless, and tears, saliva, and sweat poured down his forehead. While his cries were unheard, Raven's head continued to jerk unceasingly. … The interrogation was barely a few minutes long. I was astonished the assassin didn't say anything for the first five minutes. I began to worry about the methods those groups used to train these assassins at this point. They must have gone through hell. But there was always a hell beyond hell. Raven had already passed away by the time the questioning was finished.

A smug smile appeared on Catherine's face. "Jon, get ready to drop the bombs!" Upon hearing that, Jon immediately woke up with a jolt. "Okay!" This was really exciting. Bombs were being dropped 24 hours a day without interruption. He finally understood why the higher-ups spent a lot of money hiring Anon. Although Anon was an assassin, he was very good at combat training. The team members who could stay this time would definitely become the elites among the elites. The trainers in the dense forest had only rested for a while before discovering something wrong.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Assassins. They move with the fluid grace of trained killers, spreading out to cut off escape routes. “She’s alone,” one whispers. “Make it quick.” Terror spikes through me, but six months at the Border taught me something valuable: panic kills you faster than any blade. I force myself to breathe, to think. The lead assassin pulls out a wicked-looking knife and advances. “Nothing personal, Luna,” he says mockingly. “Just business.” He lunges. Kate’s training takes over. I dodge left, using the wall for leverage, and drive my elbow toward his throat. He blocks it, but I’m already moving, grabbing his wrist, twisting, using his own momentum against him.

"And the arrogance on that little shit is amazing." I chuckled softly. "What she said. So, no, Momma, your son is not a monster. To a certain extent, everyone has these capabilities. Rafe's are just more prominent in his personality." Momma nodded. "Do you have training?" I shrugged. "It depends on what you mean by training. I don't have a degree or formal education. But being an assassin carries with it a need to understand basic personality types. Wants, desires, needs. All of these are necessary to create the perfect trap." I smiled slightly. "I am very good at my job."

Crystal thought that this was very old school since most nobles and princess-like figures would be trained by putting a book on their heads. Would it be even better to put a ping pong ball over their heads and see who will lose their ball the last? Never mind, Crystal easily passed that test. Although, they were only given each a single, hardbound book which was around a hundred or two pages per bind. She could visibly see the others struggling yet she wasn’t. Being a trained assassin, balance is the most basic attribute that one has to possess if they want to survive.

That seemed to be the only leverage I had against him, so I decided to use it well. I knew Aurora and father weren't coming for me now. It was among the rules given to me before I started training from day one. We were a secret society of assassins, and each member has been taught various survival skills, needed to help us out of the worst situations. "Well, since you won't talk...I have other plans for you." He smiled, holding up a syringe and a vial. It looked like a newly developed drug, untested and probably lethal. My eyes widened at what he was about to do, and that night, I became something I didn't recognize.

They handled the government's dirty work—they were behind the assassinations of high-profile criminals that nobody could touch. "I'm glad to hear that confidence, but wait until you're halfway through training," he smirked. "Anyway, let's start with your stamina. We'll do cardio for 10 sets with five-minute intervals. Go!" JD took off running. "Huh? Right now?" "You backing out already?" Gigi had no choice but to follow him. From brisk walking to jogging, even though she was gasping for breath, Gigi refused to give up. She did everything JD instructed.

The assassin pulled out a small notebook and added today's observations to the growing list: Day 3: - Morning training: 8:00-10:00am, eastern training room - Afternoon training: 2:00-4:00pm, main courtyard - Evening: Private suite with mates, no emergence - Security: 6 guards rotating hallway shifts, 2 posted at suite entrance - Weakness identified: Morning training = lowest security - Recommendation: Strike during Summit magic demonstration, poison or spelled object The assassin closed the notebook and melted back into the shadows. Six days. Six days to finalize the plan. Six days to prepare the tools needed.