Killua Assassin Mode Novels & Stories

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.

The Ryokan assassin lifted his leg and fractured Master Quint’s leg with a stomp. “That’s right. I’m disrespectful, shameless, and arrogant. So what?” The Ryokan assassin relished in Kaze’s rage and said smugly, “Run your mouth, and I’ll kill this old fart. Get your ass here and kneel before me.” ‘Bastard! ‘Asshole! ‘Can you stop talking, Kaze!’ Master Quint could barely catch his breath from the excruciating pain.

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.

A relief. “Serena, let the doctor check you.” He ordered in a stern and stiff tone as if ordering his comrade and just by one look I could tell, that was the softest tone the man could muster. Probably an army man. I frowned and gave the man a once over. Crisp expensive suit, leather shiny shoes, and a stick up his ass; this was a corporate shark but in no way did I remember poking one. My world hardly had confrontation to anything as holy as a legit business.

All of us dressed nicely since we wanted to eat after this little bit of craziness. "Please don't make me have to use my gun today Rachel. I know this bitch has crossed the line but we are beating her ass and since we are pregnant Court has her taser for self defense." Kia said giving all of us a knowing look. "Why are you so calm about the brothers and their shit, Kia?" Court asked her. Glancing at her real quick she gives me a nod. "She's calm because she won't go after these bitches until after the babies have come. These girls probably won't walk away for what she's going to do to them. Kia used to be the best underground street fighter on the east coast before she fully moved here. I me

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.

The one person you don’t call unless you’re serious. Alessio Rossi. An assassin. An underworld ghost. No one sees him unless they need someone found… or erased. Killian and I, we didn’t get our hands dirty—we had people like Alessio for that. The call was short. I gave him a brief rundown, and we discussed his f*e, which, as usual, was steep. He preferred to do things remotely—photo, location, drop-off. But I wanted to see him. I wanted to be sure it would be done right. No room for mistakes.

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.

(Dead Assassin) One of the assassin that wanted to act gloriously died when a bullet blasted his skull right open. It was a simply like a scene of a fish that jumps out of water and got skewered by a harpoon. “……S.W.A.T unit! Boxed in!!..advance!!!….let no one escape!!..”.(Commissioner Layla)

A Were-cat assassin, draped in midnight-blue silk and holding twin curved daggers, dropped from the branches toward Aradaa. "Aradaa, move!" Kaelor lunged. He didn't use the dagger. He used his raw, physical weight. He tackled the assassin mid-air, the two of them crashing into the shallow water with a violent splash. The cat hissed, a sound like steam escaping a pipe, and clawed at Kaelor’s chest. Kaelor didn't flinch. He grabbed the assassin’s throat and squeezed until the sound of snapping cartilage echoed in the silence.