Killua Zoldyck Assassin Mode Novels & Stories

Zen shouted quickly when he saw how the zombie was starting to recover from all the physical damage. Even in the chaos, Zen’s gamer eyes were not fooled. It wasn’t Sasha’s bullets that broke the lute. However, the three assassins blocked his vision when the string broke, so Zen could not confirm what they did. Retreating on command, the assassins scattered just as Mandy brought the stalactites down. “We have to do it again,” Zen told Akiko when she returned to hide behind the boss’s corpse. “I don’t know what caused the lute string to break, but that made her take damage.”

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.

In Cloud tower, the three failed attackers returned with bad news. “The Sword Keeper escaped and Bala is frozen.” Said Vale, pointing to the frozen mass on the floor. Then Kariya unthawed him and said “You failed and before you die, I want you to meet your replacement.” Then a guy with black and yellow spiked hair, wearing a blue jacket, a black shirt and pants entered the room. Bala pleaded with Kariya not to kill him, he was then cut down by Kariya’s wind sword.

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.

He folded, gasping. Another came for Kael—quiet, smart, from behind. He didn’t see it. I did. “Down!” I snapped. He didn’t duck—of course he didn’t—so I launched instead, cutting the assassin’s arc with my body and burying my stolen dagger in the soft shelf under his jaw. Hot copper sprayed my hand. He gurgled and went boneless. Kael turned, gold flashing, surprise and something uglier—fear—cracking his face for a heartbeat when he saw how close the blade had been.

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

Several overwhelming auras suddenly descended upon the entire area, making everyone dizzy and lightheaded. When they finally regained their senses, they were horrified to discover several expressionless figures now standing behind Kaldor. They were akin to the Black Sun's suicide squad. Almost every assassin within the organization was assigned three or four of them. They were disposable pawns meant for high-risk missions. Although these soldiers were merely incomplete experimental products, their strength was still terrifying enough. They wouldn't have any problem stalling prodigies like Penelope.