Killua Assassin Mode Novels & Stories

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.

He pivoted smoothly on his heel, parrying a third scimitar with a deafening, white-hot spark before driving his iron-shod boot directly into the attacker's ribs, sending him tumbling thirty feet down the gorge. Beside him, Kira dismounted in a sweeping, graceful arc, drawing her northern shortsword as her eyes flared with incandescent starlight. A southern assassin lunged for her exposed shoulder from behind, but Kira didn't even turn her head. She raised her left palm backward, unleashing a concentrated beam of divine royal light that burned clean through the assassin's shoulder plate, cauterizing muscle and armor in an instant and throwing him backward into the snow.

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

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?"

There was room for nothing else--no one else, except for Luna Aurora. I was knocked to the ground, shoved into the dirt just half a minute in. The taste of it filled my mouth, followed by a disgusting grainy texture that crunched beneath my teeth. The gentle scent of gardenias and rose petals filled my nose, and I met the not-so-gentle eyes of the Assassin. They were a deep, chocolate shade of brown that held rich undertones of caramel. Even though I lacked the fighting skills of your typical Luna, I still had the reflexes.

I wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but I knew that I needed warm water on my skin; otherwise, I was going to have to deal with more than just my sore muscles. Killian smiled and took me to the bathroom, holding me in his arms and I couldn’t help but smile. “What are you doing, Killian?” I asked, and he smirked before putting me to sit on the counter. “I am preparing my Luna’s bath,” he said, turning on the water in the tub, allowing the warm water to fill it. He threw in two bombs, and the smell of coconut instantly filled my nostrils, making my chest swell. Killian smiled and kissed my cheek before spreading my legs using his thigh.