Killua Zoldyck Assassin Mode Novels & Stories

“Your sense of humor is great too! Let's see if you can still make jokes after your life is in your throat!” The assassin of the Blood Moon Killer didn't want to stall for time, he shot his hand towards Zhou Fu's neck. With his cultivation, the grip he gave off was capable of severing the neck of a Base Realm cultivator in a single breath. BRUAKK!!! The Blood Moon Killer's assassin's body was blown backwards the instant his hand hit the hard steel-like object that was protecting Zhou Fu's body. In a relatively short period of time, Zhou Fu had created black wings and arched them forward to form a shield.

Vegas yelled. “I, Kylie Candace Kazimir, pledge to uphold the secret of the assassin creed and always put my duty first,” those words played in my head. The gun fell out of my hands as such horrible things I had done began to play in my head. Multiple gunshots and blood splashing played in my head. Was this truly the person I was? An assassin? “Kylie, stay with me,” Vegas slapped my cheeks lightly, “Don't fucking close your eyes on me!!”

As the girls exchanged ideas and formed their strategy, Zen realised with horror how his lack of knowledge about the underworld was crippling the team. “It’s an automatic gun with sixty rounds,” Liu Feng explained softly when Zen fell uncharacteristically silent. “The reloading time is manual, so she has time to close the gap. However, he can’t stop until all sixty bullets are fired when he pulls the trigger. The Death Princess tells them this because Sasha can count down the bullets and cue Oritha when to charge in.” Zen absorbed the new information like a sponge and observed how the experienced assassins worked with his sworn brother as an interpreter.

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.

Gonzalo doubled forward because of the pain caused by the assassin's kick. "Is that all you got, boy?" The assassin mocked him. Gonzalo couldn't breathe properly. The assassin then grabbed Gonzalo's wheezing body and lifted him before throwing him into the statue of an angel near them. Gonzalo could literally hear his bones breaking. "Come on, boy. The ones who trained you are with balls, right? Then show me that you grew one." She continued to mock him.

They were both equally powerful as they continued to fire and block each attack. "This should be great! Zaika will tire before Asher since he lacks stamina," Gallum chuckled cruelly. I elbowed him in his side and he grabbed a handful of my hair to yank me back. "You are remaining at my side to witness that prick's death," he snarled. My brow furrowed as blue bolts of electricity flashed around the pair. Zaika looked majestic as he weaved his energy and I shouted, "Kick his ass!" I realized my mistake when Zaika's eyes fell in my direction and he lost his concentration on Asher.

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.

She watches the man, his face, his expression, and the sinister smile that made her sick in her stomach. Brushing Dimitrios's hands off her shoulder she ran in front where the John was standing in front of the hanging and battered body. Derek's eyes were almost drooping but he didn't miss the chance to watch her pulling out the revolver from its holster of John. John was quick enough to grab a hold of Iris before she pulled the trigger pointing the gun at Derek. A strange smile appeared on his face watching the little girl acting like an assassin suddenly. "An assassin always remains an assassin." He mumbled with great difficulty but couldn't complete when another punch landed on his face an

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h