Killua Assassin Mode Novels & Stories

I'd passed through much vigorous training to be awarded death without a huge fight. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” a voice boomed over me. My body froze as I stared at Ferrara's long legs through my peripheral vision. It's now or never. Subtly pulling out a stake from my back, I pushed to my feet and lunged, targeting his chest.

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

Every strike, every dodge, every snap of fangs was a declaration: Blackwood would not fall, not today, not to assassins, not to traitors. Finally, with a coordinated lunge, Kade and Lena struck simultaneously, claws and fangs tearing into the master assassin. The cloak fell back, revealing a scarred face, eyes blazing with hatred and disbelief. The assassin’s body crumpled to the stone floor, defeated but alive—barely.

The second man twirled around, but Nicholas acted faster, pointed his gun at the attacker, shot him, and watched his body hit the ground. Luke let out a low whistle. “Still got it, I see.” “Focus,” Nicholas barked, reloading his weapon. Derek cursed when he saw his men being removed one at a time. He pulled out a radio from his pocket, barking into it “ Bring Them In.” Closing the radio, he scowled and glanced over, faint noises started to emerge. Alison’s expression was one of shock and awe as she glanced at the newly arriving SUV, this one had a turret.

Groan in pain, the giant assassin tried to stand back up but because of the heavy bulk of the costume, it could not get back up. Breathing hard Yoshiki left the giant bear assassin to its struggle and headed straight for the kitchen, walking up to one of the kitchen drawers, pulling it out he took out the biggest knife inside and closed it as he headed back to the living room, his eyes holding a sinister gleam. Seeing the open door, Yoshiki changed his way a bit and closed the door and locked it, making it impossible for someone to get in or get out. Standing in front of the assassin, Yoshiki dropped onto his knees and brought up the knife he was holding, and put it through the assassin bear

Louvier's PoV “Kamahalan!” Sigaw na isang kung white assassin matapos matabas ang kaliwang braso ng kalaban. Agad naman akong pinalibutan ng 8 pang natitira kong mg assassin. Masyadong magaling ang mga kalaban, hindi ko alam kung saan sila nanggaling, ngunit isa lang ang hinala ko, si Reyna Qianna. Pinalibutan na kami ng mga kalaban, buti nalang at ilang sandali pa ay dumating na rin ang mga kawal upang tulungan kami, dahil kogn hindi siguradong uubusin kami ng mga kalaban.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

"Besides, listen to yourself." "Are you kidding me?!" She threw her arms to her sides, furrowing her brows as her eyes squinted. "How dare you be mean to me when this is our last moment together, forever?!" "I'm not trying to be mean, I'm just sayi—let me guess, you're giving me the silent treatment now?" She had scoffed and turned away, her back towards him which made him roll his eyes. "We have an assassin or whatever the fuck he is, outside our door with probably a long butcher knife and you're giving me the silent treatment?"

Even witnessing Isfael, Raziel and Mathin transform had not prepared her for this final proof of what he was and of the kind of child she carried. There was no time to dwell on it. Keilor positioned her a little to the side and burst through the heavy doors as if they were balsa wood, firing rapidly. Taken completely by surprise, the Haunt assassin dropped Rihlia before delivering the death strike he’d been poised to deliver, the remnants of his head splattering Rihlia’s face with gore. His partner went down with a hole the size of a man’s fist where his heart used to be. Rihlia was badly hurt. She lay where she had fallen, curled into a fetal ball as a bright red stain spread on her skirt.