Killua Assassin Mode Novels & Stories

Keira’s POV I didn’t bother getting dressed after rising from the chair. The assassin’s eyes danced over my naked body while he put on his clothes. It wasn’t hard for me to imagine him still driving his cock into me. As I felt my wetness gathering between my legs again, I forced myself to stop. “Bye,” the assassin said once he was fully dressed. The light suddenly caught his face as he turned, and for a moment, I saw a glint in his eyes that was very familiar. At that point, I could have sworn that I knew him somewhere.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

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.

LIAM'S POV "Do you know where this is from? Kaden asks as I'm immediately cripples with guilt on seeing the dagger. Seeing him pull it out I had recognized on sight but then I had my doubts about the whole thing and felt it should not be that way. She was dead, I made sure of it but why… Why now? Could it be that it is mainly mistaken? I asked myself but got no response… My wolf, scared just like I am as I pulled The dagger away from Kaden's clutch. I will examine it more closely… "Holy shit" I exclaim on seeing it clearly and closely…. It's not possible I try to console myself but then there's no way I could be mistaken… It's just as I had seen it. This dagger belongs to Kea, my previous as

He has been activated for a hunt. He broke every red light in the city with his bike to get home and ran using the stairs to his apartment on the fifth floor of a ten-story residential building. He went straight to his closet in his room and pushed his hanger to the side to reveal a safe lock which he quickly coded in the numbers and his closet moved to reveal another compartment and on its wall hung off several different types of sword. He took two of his favorite Samurai sword and closed back the compartment. Once he was dressed in his assassin attire. Black jumpsuit with black flat leather boots he threw the swords behind his back in an X fashion and raced off towards his target.

The corporate machine shrieked, its internal capacitors overloading before it exploded into a cloud of harmless silver dust. The silence was broken. The atrium was instantly flooded with the vibrant, violet gold light of the lagoon. Killian’s Alpha aura returned with a violent surge, his slate grey form expanding until he loomed over the purist assassins like a god of vengeance. Leo shifted back into his warrior form, his charcoal grey paws pinning the lead assassin to the floor with a kinetic force that cracked the glass. "The triage of your hatred is over," Killian growled, his voice a low vibration that made the entire sanctuary tremble.

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

absorbing the shock of the Assassin's strike. Kael provided the "Overclock," heating the Assassin's digital frame until its code began to "Loop." Elara delivered the "Absolute Zero," freezing the Assassin’s logic-gates in mid-swing. The Assassin didn't die; it Crashed. It fell to the floor of the station, a heap of flickering blue pixels that slowly dissolved into the station’s background noise. The Declaration Elara stood in the center of the Central Chamber, the eyes of a thousand species upon her. She didn't look like a refugee. She looked like a Conqueror.