Killua Zoldyck Assassin Mode Novels & Stories

If so, the Stylynx’s old men are probably more than willing to give up their weaker link rather than who they believe is stronger. I frowned as I gripped Master Zonner’s hand tighter – not willing to anticipate what the said man’s next words are. Instead of completing his sentence – his fierce eyes seemed to focus our way. “Forgive me.” He suddenly jumped on the table – his right hand holding a dagger as he lounged towards my Master. I instinctively pulled Master Zonner back as Kimur grabbed the assassin from behind. However, before we knew it – the dagger was already pointed at Master Zonner’s neck.

The assassin ducked under his swing and slashed upward. Elise screamed his name. Kai stumbled, catching himself on a tree just as the blade skimmed across his ribs, tearing through fabric and skin. He growled—low, feral—eyes glowing in the stormlight. The assassin’s attention flicked to Elise for a fraction of a second. A fatal mistake. Kai roared, pushing off the tree with explosive force. He slammed into the assassin, both of them crashing into the mud. They rolled, grappling for control, hands clawing for weapons, each trying to gain the upper hand.

He pivoted smoothly on his heel, parrying a third scimitar with a deafening, white-hot spark before driving his iron-shod boot directly into the attacker's ribs, sending him tumbling thirty feet down the gorge. Beside him, Kira dismounted in a sweeping, graceful arc, drawing her northern shortsword as her eyes flared with incandescent starlight. A southern assassin lunged for her exposed shoulder from behind, but Kira didn't even turn her head. She raised her left palm backward, unleashing a concentrated beam of divine royal light that burned clean through the assassin's shoulder plate, cauterizing muscle and armor in an instant and throwing him backward into the snow.

He knew how stubborn his beta was. “We should follow him” Kaylan's voice cracked up as she looked away from him. “We both are bait right now. The assassin’s would be back in ten seconds. I am going to deal with this my way. So now, shut up and hide behind the black rock there” he commands her and she complied immediately. True to his words, ten seconds later, a bunch of twenty assassins appears before Zane. “ you can't kill every one of us, Zane. Where is alpha Cleo” one of the assassin’s growled and Zane chuckled, picking up the head of alpha Cleo and showing it to them with a grin.

' Zaykee is gritting his teeth, glaring at the King as he thought this. Now, Zaykee began to release his unique light aura, so a huge shockwave, but transparent traveled from his feet towards the end of the corners in this massive old warehouse in a shape of a circle. He took a deep breath as the two white bracelets with the symbol of the sun in the center. Then, he lifts his right arm at his right side, opening his right palm. A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left.

Every strike, every dodge, every snap of fangs was a declaration: Blackwood would not fall, not today, not to assassins, not to traitors. Finally, with a coordinated lunge, Kade and Lena struck simultaneously, claws and fangs tearing into the master assassin. The cloak fell back, revealing a scarred face, eyes blazing with hatred and disbelief. The assassin’s body crumpled to the stone floor, defeated but alive—barely.

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.

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.

The two men crashed into a row of server racks, sending heavy metal parts scattering across the room. The assassin fought back with terrifying strength, throwing a sharp backhand strike that caught Julian across the jaw. Julian stumbled back slightly, but recovered instantly, ducking under a second wild punch and slamming a heavy knee straight into the assassin’s ribs. The armor cracked under the impact. I grabbed a heavy steel fire extinguisher off the wall and ran toward them. As the assassin tried to push Julian off and reach for a side blade tucked in his boot, I swung the heavy steel cylinder with all my force, striking the side of his helmet with a loud, metallic *CLANG*.

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.