How To Become An Assassin Novels & Stories

Perhaps that contributed to Jona’s hesitation. Regardless, the time had come. Aside from killing with a rifle, there were many fun ways to commit murder, and Jona spent over a decade honing those skills with no footprint. That was the mark of a true assassin—never leaving a trace. But Jona wanted that strikethrough—to see the ambassador’s brains exploding in a glorious scarlet celebration. Timing was everything, and now that Chantal was a political target, it made Jona’s job challenging but also a whole lot easier.

"I see you know how to eliminate your target as quickly as possible … giving it no chance to attack. You can train to become an assassin, bro!" Arth wiped the cold blood dripping on his blade. "I told you Robert. I want to become a knight, not an assassin." Robert grinned. "You still don't get it, do you? Our guild must be seamless in assassinating our targets. Even if you have a sword, staff, bow and arrows, or any kind of weapons, you still need to be versatile and adaptive to any kind of fighting style. Even a magic staff can be used for close combat aside from casting spells. Do you get it now?"

By morning, he had come up with something, but he would need the help of his men: men that he trained to fight with honor and in the open and who would not lightly set that training aside. "I have been able to learn a great deal about the mind of an assassin recently," he spoke to the assembly of his soldiers, "And now we have lost one of our own to such a person." He paused for effect, "To fight an assassin, we would have to change everything we know and adopt a new style. We will have to move in the shadows and we can not openly display our military rankings. Because of the drastic changes we will have to put ourselves through, I will not order you to join me. In fact, I will not even ask

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.

The hunt was on. “Before you take off running, as I can see in your eyes, let me ask you something.” I turned to see the Countess, now changed into a suit of hunting and sleek stealth. My clothes had changed to, a skin tight leather suit stretched across me, shaping every curve of my body. My breast felt huge in it, bulging through the top with its deep v-cut in the front. “Can you hunt? Can you smell the blood around you?” I nodded. There was no mistake about it. I knew the smell, wanted the smell, needed it. It tainted me, the hunt did. I knew it had ever since I had been initiated to the assassins.

A chill ices down my spine. That doesn’t sound like the words of a kidnapper. That sounds like an assassin. There are two ways to deal with an assassin: escape before they kill you or die. “You could ask,” I say, hoping he can’t hear the new edge to my voice. “I’m sure I’d grant it.” “But then I’d have to tell you.” Yalim’s laughter this time borders on hysterical. “I’ll take my chances with the deal I’ve got. Stop talking.”

I said smiling. “Great then," applauded Lily. "No tricks please,"I warned how mischievous my cousins could be. “Arden, l will ask the alpha to take you in as his direct war beta.Since the army is difficult to have access,we will need you there. I plan to ask the alpha to initiate blood oaths to reduce chances of betrayal among his fighters." “That sounds like a good idea.Will he agree?"He asked calmly. "He has no choice but to agree."I said confidently.

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

So it's obvious that they have no idea how it will turn out, and how different it would be from an ordinary mission. Practice mission is an essential task for an assassin to become part of an official team. It is the second to the last, most necessary requirement; and also the most important. Ever since XYS was founded, they have had a very strict system where all teams must comply with the said requirements and qualifications before being announced as a team. And even if you didn't succeed with the mission, there is still a chance for you to be approved as a team. But that is commonly a rare thing in XYS.

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.