How To Become A Trained Assassin Novels & Stories

Silber Ping reminded. Ysabelle thought about it. This was the best offer she had at the moment. She had to become an assassin so she could train herself. Otherwise, she would not be able to regain her property from her cousin, Ammon. After all, it was a simple logic. She needed to train to properly win a fight. The best way to do it was to join the association and become an assassin.

My eyes widened at her words, I only did one day of training and I'm not sure it counts. "I still have a lot of training to do Trisha," I informed her. "I can't fight a rogue without any fighting experience. Rogues are like assassins, they are trained to kill. There's no fighting chance in hell do I have a shot at killing someone whose profession it is to murder people no matter how weak they've become." I tried to make her understand.

But the overwhelming need to see my twin again was so intense that I had to look for him. As it turned out, my mother was right. Our father had trained him to be an assassin since he could walk. He had tattoos of tallies of the many people he had killed and they were ranging in the mark of hundreds of thousands. Those tallies covered his entire back to the point that he didn’t have space for more. My mother was afraid he would turn me into a killer, but as soon as she saw the money that was coming in, we both agreed that was a sacrifice we both needed to make.

And she saw me. “Come with me,” she said. I didn’t ask why. I had nowhere else to go. Anita was unlike anyone I’d ever known. Beautiful but deadly, kind but fierce. It wasn’t long before I learned her secret. She was an assassin, and a damn good one. Under her guidance, I transformed from a pitiful street rat into something much darker. She taught me to fight, to survive and most importantly, to kill. She molded me and gave me a reason to live.

Not one among them looked ordinary, bot one among them appeared weak as every single face carried the expression of a predator, these were highly trained assassins who were abducted and trained to be dangerous killers from birth. The organization knew only one purpose, and that purpose was to create weapons, living weapons. Children were stripped of normal lives, stripped of emotions and stripped of weakness, making sure that everything human was slowly removed and replaced with discipline, obedience, and violence. The organization turns you into a killing machine and totally remove your emotions and feelings to pain which brought about the three main tests called the trio test of death and

I did these fights till I turned sixteen and then I was recruited by a man, he called himself THE JINN, he said that he had seen me fighting and I had something that he has been looking for, I was sixteen, a wolf without a pack at sixteen, I was easily manipulated and the pay was good. I became an assassin, he trained me on how to blend into mu surroundings and everything else that I needed to know, hand t hand combat, knives, every weapon under the sun. He told me that what I was doing was for the greater good and that the people that I was told to kill were a danger to our community. I didn't have any reason to doubt him and so I did as he said and I got my marks and I killed them and no o

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.

I just let it sit there, grounding me. I walked in alone. Inside, voices echoed. Rough laughter. The clink of bottles. Careless, arrogant men who believed they were untouchable. They hadn’t noticed me yet. These were well known assassins. Men who killed for money, for pride, for the thrill of it. Names whispered in the underworld. Faces people feared. But no one knew what I used to be. No one knew that before the suits, before the boardrooms, before the empire, I was trained to kill. I was once in the military, forged in discipline, strategy, and blood. I was not just cold and ruthless. I was precise.

“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.

James walked inside and said, “You’re free to leave now. Go back and regain control of the Dark Castle. If necessary, train up stronger assassins.” Blake met his eyes with a Cheshire grin. “I use vicious methods to train assassins, you know. They’re forced to kill one another until only the strongest remains. Are you sure you want me to train more of them? You’ll be forcing me to commit a crime.” “Forget it then.” James waved his hand. He did not want Blake to hurt any more innocent people. After thinking for a while, he said, “I’ll put the Elite Eight under your command.”