Karma Akabane Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

"Exorcising evil is our sacred duty, ma'am." Lucas, the mole-faced man, put on a profound, mysterious expression. From the cloth bag at his side, he took out an iron basin, poured in half a basin of what seemed to be ash, before lighting up a talisman and throwing it into the basin. Immediately, the ash ignited, sending up thick, acrid smoke as the iron basin rapidly grew scorching hot. "With the flames derived from the very sun, we shall purge this evil spirit! Ma'am, take off your son's shirt. I will apply these sacred ashes onto his navel and exterminate the evil spirit through fire!"

Her eyes blaze fury, and my heart begins to race as she glares at me down. “Have you lost your fucking mind?” She snaps bitterly, hands balled into fists. There are tears in her eyes, I realize, and she looks tired. “How could you? You–you manipulated me, made me send you to Damien, and now… now this…” Rachel breathes heavily, looking like she’s trying to skewer me with a glare. “Why did you assassinate Alpha Damien? Speak!” She demands. My mouth falls open. “I–you don’t understand, I wasn’t trying to–I didn’t want to kill him!”

It’s a cool topic, so I’ll make time for it if everyone is well-behaved. So that day went on exactly how we planned it. Mr. Yamaguchi didn’t realize it, but he was being played. I was controlling the class, and I was choosing what was being learned. I just kept asking about samurai stuff, and he kept answering. When we were meant to be studying math, we talked about the number of samurai in Kyoto; when we were meant to be studying geography, we were looking at maps of ancient Japan and seeing which samurai controlled the most land. It was basically the day of the samurai. But most of all, we focused on the samurai’s honor. A samurai would prefer to die with honor than to have an enemy kill h

Some secrets will get you killed. Without a single warning, Elder Jabari tilts his stone cup back, drains it in one gulp, and snaps his wrist. The heavy goblet flies through the air like a bullet, aimed straight at my face. Amara and Vivian turn white as ghosts. The attack is too fast to see, completely lethal. Elder Jabari used to be the head assassin for the international werewolf military forces. His throw is meant to kill. If that heavy stone hits my skull, my head will split open.

"Look at him through the window. How could anyone mutilate a beautiful male wolf like that?" "It was pure hatred," Zuberi said, watching Johnson sit quietly in the far corner of the classroom, his head low. "The silver scars on his neck show total rage. But his eyes are so sad, Kade. He did not deserve this." "Our professor is here," Malakai muttered, pointing to the tall elder with white hair and glasses who was carrying a heavy leather briefcase.

"Do you prefer the folding mechanism or the ceremonial weight?" "I prefer the designer," he whispered, a smirk ghosting his lips. I froze, the air leaving my lungs. Before I could respond, the door exploded inward. Samuel stood there, his face ashen, his hands shaking. "King Varkane! It’s the Atelier. The lead director... she’s been assassinated. A sniper shot through the window of her own office." "What?" Lucien was on his feet in a heartbeat, his Alpha presence flaring. "She’s dead, sir. And... there’s evidence linking the scene to Xender."

She could feel fear, hesitation, and believe in karma. Even though she tried to stay rational and insisted she was an atheist, seeing the person she had killed standing before her, perfectly fine and smiling, made her heart tremble. She couldn’t help but recall the bloody nightmares she had after the murder. Aurora understood this mindset all too well, similar to how assassins think. No matter how much training one endures to become a cold-blooded killer, the first life you take always haunts you, lingering in your mind like a curse.

She might be around somewhere sucking people's energy, but let's hope she listened to my words. After the end of morning classes, we went to have our lunches as usual. Conversations hovered in every corner of the hall. I tried to pick up bits and pieces from their daily talks, but no surprising news today. I decided that nothing was wrong at the Ultara Academy after all. Cammie and Alyssa were debating on whether or not to assassinate Jacques if she drained anyone out of energy again. Cammie was on pro (which didn't surprise me) but Alyssa was on con. That was weird because Alyssa wasn't supposed to be a pro-peace, especially since she was the first victim among the three of us. Alyssa acted

She had no idea of the announcement and showered peacefully. "Good evening, this is an unfortunate and unplanned departure arrangement but what has happened cannot be changed. The Government in Japan has sighted suspicious men who look like assassins. And ever since their sight there have been reoccurring murder of powerful scientists that can create medicines and viruses. Whatever they needed from these scientists must be really dangerous.Your job is to capture them. We don't know exactly how many they are but a few of you will stay behind. You will be lead by Arenza, Jake and Rachael during this and make sure you obey every strategy they form " Mrs Lucy spoke and the students remained conf

It grounded her. Now she could banter and tease like she used to—without forcing a smile, without that hollow look in her eyes like the first day she returned here. Seeing her lively again loosened the last stubborn knot in my heart. The heaviness I had been carrying finally lifted. Kane blinked once and rubbed his forehead. “You should cleanse your mind. What I meant was assassination.” Kathleen huffed. “Then don’t phrase it so ambiguously!” He stared at her, unimpressed. “It wasn’t ambiguous.” “It absolutely was!”