Killua Zoldyck Assassin Mode Novels & Stories

How can someone who murders a person be capable of the greatest skill of all, healing? Lucien, I need to remember his name instead of just ‘the assassin’ softly knocking on the door late into the night. I sent Kyra to deal with him but even I had to admit he looked immaculate in a crisp white shirt. He was wearing one of Alexanders, but it was stretched to the max over his wider shoulders and muscles.

He was turned into a weak, limp marionette, dangling from Zayn’s hand. Zayn nonchalantly tossed him to the ground and looked down at him from above. He then asked, “Which club do you belong to?” The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from shock once again upon hearing Zayn’s query. “Who… Who are you?” the assassin stuttered. “Let me guess, you’re from the Order of the Solar Temple?” Zayn asked. The assassins had auras very similar to Shaun Shapiro. The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from even more, apparently confirming that Zayn was right.

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

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.

Zeel being an assassin type fighter and having nimble movements and speed held two short demonic blades and using the terrain to his advantage slid through Andrea defence and went directly to Hakan. That took Hakan by surprise but it was not easy. With amazing speed as well, Andrea jumped towards Zeel and struck him which forced him to go on a defensive mode and using his two swords he managed to block but he was pushed back. Before he could regain his balance Andrea dashed towards him again with amazing speed and ready his sword to slash him. Zeel covered his face using his swords but knows that the blow would still injure him and was waiting for it. Andrea swung his sword and......CLANK!

Kaden asks Oliver to cut him a shirt of his words. "Mostly, I know there's something and I also knows things which is why she was attacked" Oliver spoke with His eyes fixed on Kaden Kaden felt struck immediately, the assassin who came after him was the same who came after . If Oliver's thoughts awas right then it means the assassin worked for the organization which also meant that they knew the existence of wolves. The assassin tan oast him with the speed of a vampire which means she wasn't human, Whatever the assassin and the organization were up to it's no good, panicked immediately.

He looked down at the content that had a faint shimmer on the surface of the liquid. Alina's attention shifted back to Kenji who was already bringing out a gun. The click of the safety being undone. Alina was faster though. Always had been and always will. She grabbed the glock tucked inside Antonio's holster fast as lightning, her finger steady on the trigger. Two shots cracked. She won and he missed. Kenji Sato's gun clattered to the floor as he screamed, clutching his bleeding hand. Antonio's men got to his own men before any of them could say Jack.

"Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves." Gasps came from several angles, bringing in more tension in the members. "Not to worry. The assassin has been injured in the shoulder and should not be able to fight for the time being. With this, I'll urge every member of the pack to report anyone with an injured shoulder", Ryu announced, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at his people. I was about to leave when he reached out to me, asking me to