Killua Assassin Mode Novels & Stories

The Abyssal-Striker didn’t fight like a machine. It fought like water. In the center of the Founder’s penthouse, Captain Reyes engaged the deep-sea assassin in a blindingly fast, desperate melee. The Striker’s hydro-slick, black carbon-fiber armor completely absorbed the kinetic impact of Reyes’s punches, shedding water across the pristine white floor with every fluid movement. The assassin swung its harmonic blade a weapon that hummed with a piercing, high-frequency vibration capable of parting molecules. Reyes ducked, the blade cleanly slicing through the thick durasteel support pillar behind her as if it were made of warm butter.

yelled Bill and fired his gun again at him, but this time, the bullet aimed in Helios’s direction was immediately dodged by a long, shiny, and sharp katana. Assassin. A man in a black suit was holding a katana and intercepted and dodged the bullet from Bill’s gun. Soon, its comrades quarreled and surrounded the place. “Surrender now, and I promise you won’t get hurt,” said Helios. Bill was already trembling in fear, but he stood still. He raised the phone he was holding and waved it in the air. “If I’m going to die, why not drag your beloveds with me?” he said. Bill was about to press the phone button when Helios immediately picked up his gun in his holster and shot Bill’s hand. The phone fe

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

Liam warns and Jiroo frowns. "Fine fine but I wish Ayu was here." He said dismissively before hitting the guy's neck and he quickly got unconscious as he dropped on the ground. "They are indeed assassins." Sean said while chuckling and looking proudly at the two. "Yeah." We all agreed as we can see how good they are in fighting, they are really skilled when it comes to fighting, the hoplites didn't even have a chance to hit them, not even a single hit. "Let's get this shit done!" Jiroo said before charging forward to the commander and Liam suddenly stood up and he ran along with Jiroo and they both jumped in the air with their fist ready to throw a hit but they both stopped and suddenly was

Mathew reported. "Aser?" Cassie called out. "Babe, do you copy?" Aser couldn't have copied because he was deep in the fight. He didn't shift fully so he could use his hand to hold a gun and a claw to tear them apart. He moved faster than the mercenaries could track and would have ripped a man to pieces before they even knew what they were facing. One of the assassins observed that it was Aser doing the most damage, so he yelled for the others to cover him as he put a red laser on him for Target.

"If he breathes, he dies." The figure didn't move. "Jack Sterling. Value: High. Threat: Moderate. Probability of survival: Zero." The assassin vanished. Active camouflage. He was gone instantly, blending perfectly with the gray rain and the white walls. "Back to back!" Jack ordered. They stood in the rain, weapons drawn, aiming at nothing. Jack strained his ears. The rain was his enemy now. It masked the assassin's footsteps. Swoosh. A displacement of air to the right. Jack swung his sword, a horizontal slash intended to decapitate.

Sometimes it makes me wonder if he’s even wicked at all. But I know him better than anyone. I’ve seen him fight. I’ve seen the way he kills—cleanly, mercilessly, leaving no trace behind. Survival molded him into what he is. Assassins keep coming for him—sent by the same person we all know—but to Abel, it’s nothing but a game. He enjoys watching them walk straight to their own deaths. That’s the only reason Klaus isn’t rotting in the dungeon yet. He still struts around like he’s untouchable, not knowing his end is closer than he could ever imagine.

he asked again. "I do not know, but I am waiting for his command. At least, it's a relief that he's trying to ditch Luna.” She took a step backwards as he approached. She placed her palm on the sword and removed it, then kicked his stomach. She was going to flee when he grabbed her back, pulled the knife, and hurled it at her arm, causing her to wince in agony. At that moment, an order hit the air which sent the assassins running.

The Conclave dissolved instantly into two priorities, and Alessia realized with horror that they were not the same. “Kael,” she whispered, “the assassin—he’s aiming at the Moon King—why?” Kael pushed her behind a fallen pillar before answering. “It doesn’t matter. You’re not safe here.” “He’s not targeting me.” “That doesn’t mean he won’t.” Another shockwave shook the chamber. The assassin leapt down from the upper tiers, landing in a crouch atop the council table, cloak whirling like smoke. Alessia’s breath caught. He wasn’t just a rogue fighter. His aura was wrong, dark, slithering, and pulsing with luminousness that felt sick and corrupt.

I make the mistake of looking down, I watch my slick wet cock spear into her and the sight is almost enough to push me over the edge, the only thing that has me holding back is knowing that my girl has only cum once. “Not only can you, but you will, right the fuck now, Killer. Do it. Cum all over my cock.” Elle shakes her head from side to side, making her hair dance around as I issue the order. I’m looking down at her pale back when she suddenly lets out a low moan and her pussy starts to strangle my cock once again. Her toes curl and her arms give out; she falls flat on her face but I keep my grip on her hips, forcing her ass to stay right where I need it.