Killua Assassin Mode Novels & Stories

He was trembling with fear as he said, "Bro, I'm just following orders! Please don't kill me!" "Whose orders? What’s the order?" "I...I don't dare to say." Hunter suddenly shoved a thick stack of toilet paper into the assassin's mouth and pinned his head against the wall. He waved his gun-wielding right hand and pointed the muzzle of the gun against the assassin’s knee, then fired without hesitation. With a muffled sound like a stone hitting water, the bullet entered the assassin’s left knee. The assassin was in pain and covered his left knee with both hands, but he could not move his head and he could not cry out loud.

What was his name again? Ah, Rue. "Seriously, are you deaf?" This one, Jay instantly knew it was Noel without even thinking for two seconds. "Hyung... I'm just asking... why are you so mean? I mean, look, he was easily captured just like that! Aren't XYS assassins supposed to be uncapturable?" Uncapturable? Although for the record, official XYS assassins have never been captured by anyone. Jay and his team are still on a trial mission, so he’s technically not an official assassin of the XYS just yet.

A ripple of distorted air shattered like broken glass, revealing a figure dressed in form-fitting, midnight-grey silk. The Assassin. He held a blade of pure, condensed shadow—a weapon designed to sever the soul rather than the flesh. The tip of the blade was less than an inch from Scarlett’s spine, stopped entirely by Caleb’s bare, silver-tattooed hand gripping the lethal edge. The shadow-blade hissed, trying to eat through the Lycan's flesh, but Caleb’s Alpha Qi fought back, boiling the shadow into harmless black smoke. "You missed," Caleb growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that made the metal floor grumble.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

People thought killing was loud and always required spilling blood. It didn’t . If you knew how the body worked, all you needed was timing, pressure, and the right conversation. And I was about to initiate the right conversation. Raina’s dad leaned right beside me at the edge of the terrace, one hand resting on the railing, the other wrapped around a glass he hadn’t finished. His breathing was steady—for now. “You don’t look like you enjoy crowds,” he said. “I don’t,” I replied.

The blade struck the shield with a deafening crack, sparks of silver and black energy exploding outward, illuminating the bloodied faces of Gale, Levi, and the guardians. The assassin recoiled, its borrowed body convulsing as the void eyes widened in surprise. "The Shadowed One... claims you," it hissed, its voice a chorus of whispers from the abyss. But Alina's shield held the bond with Gale amplifying it, his golden aura weaving through like threads of sunlight reinforcing the night. Gale lunged forward, his claws rending the assassin's throat in a swift, brutal arc. Black ichor sprayed, the body crumpling like a discarded puppet, the void eyes dimming to lifeless gray.

He said like some chaotic deranged bastard. "First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger. Bunch of freaks.

The man was smoking a thick stick of cigarette, and he let out a puff of smoke, his voice muffled by the mask. "So you are saying that Ophelia Storm isn't faking her amnesia?" The female nodded, clearing her throat. "Yes, Warrior. I had never seen her that afraid, and her husband believes that her attack was because of him." The man stared into the moonlight for a while, and then turned around, taking slow steps towards the female assassin who held her breath. Gently, he lifted the burning cigarette and pushed the butt into her skin, rolling it around slowly. "If you've made a mistake, and the order is exposed because of you, I will kill you, after I take out your weakness in front of you. W

The game had a plethora of characters to choose from: Warrior, Mage, Knight, Healer, and many more. Uji Quin chose the Assassin class once he got into the game, and spectators of the match frowned. The Assassin was capable of killing a player for every 10 steps it took; no one could survive the lethality. With the character’s agility and speed, one move would be able to empty his enemy’s health bar. Perhaps it was over for Charmine. How could she win?

There was one thing he could use to defend himself though. He didn’t have time to picture his pool of power but it was there. It had accidentally popped up in training more than once with Ryedir. Kari didn’t know how much he had, how much he could draw on, so he needed it to be a surprise. All he needed to do was get close enough. The assassin was getting desperate with his attacks, as though it had gone on too long and he needed to end it quickly. The other man lunged forward and Kari dodged backwards under his swing then kicked out with his foot. He landed the hit squarely on his stomach, eliciting a grunt of pain, and pushed out with his ice upon feeling the connection.