Main Character Of Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

"Next one I take my TIME with, make sure everyone SEES what betrayal costs." "Serna." Kaelin appeared at her elbow, voice careful. "That's enough, you made your point." "Did I?" Serna looked at her. "Cause Maris made it through our screening, made it through the executions, was probably planning her escape right up til I grabbed her." "And now she's dead." Kaelin touched her shoulder gentle. "Point made." Serna looked back at the courtyard, at people starting to move around Maris's body. Someone was crying, might've been one of her daughters. Serna felt something twist in her chest but couldn't quite reach it.

But at the end of the day, the reason I was here was always at the back of my head, nagging me for action. If we didn't fulfill this mission, humanity would be lost. We could not let them come to power, and I'd do anything to stop them. So here I am now sitting next to Amber at our shared desk, with Rowan at the desk behind us in our second-period Tactics 101 class. We'd had a substitute teacher named Mr. Ward, who, if I had to guess, was only a year or two older than us. It was very evident by the second day of class that he didn't know his left from his right, and as he tried to teach us from the book, he got confused himself.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

Nine smiled, catching sight of me before giving me a glass of water “I should be proud to see that you are still fit despite everything that you have been dealing with” “I was trained by the ancient assassin, what else do you expect?” I winked. Nina laughed, shaking her head at me, I nodded toward the door, shaking my head in question “what’s gotten up his panties?” Nina stayed quiet for a few seconds, nodding at me to follow her. We entered the storage room beside the kitchen and I frowned in confusion, waiting for what she was going to say. Nina barricaded the door before turning to face me, muttering a low chant under her breath “the room is now soundproof, no one can hear what we’re sayi

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

We left the room to attend our next class and in the middle of the class, the Principal’s assistant appeared at the classroom door. “Elias Silverhaven,” he said formally. “The Principal requests your presence immediately.” I wasn’t surprised because I knew it would get to that. The professor permitted me to leave and I followed him down the corridor, every step heavier than the last. When the office doors opened, the first person I saw was Selena. She sat in front of the Principal, arms crossed, chin raised with not a hint of regret on her face. The Principal sat behind his desk, his expression grim as she spoke. “I don't see how this is my fault. She deserved for sneaking around with my mat

Amid the scattered papers and crumpled textbooks, the stark inscription on the school badge shone clearly into her mind, a final, damning piece of evidence: Ninth Grade, Class Five, Skylar Vance. The master assassin, whose mind had once handled lethal complexity and unimaginable pressure, was utterly, brutally blindsided by this temporal catastrophe. “Hey, Skylar Vance! Who gave you permission to stand? Get down on your knees, now!” A high-pitched, childish voice, dripping with pure, unearned entitlement, ripped through the silence of her shock.

THE ASSASIN’S CREED. SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW The kitchen, with its gleaming marble and soft golden accents, suddenly felt like a stage set in a matter of seconds. Filled with nothing but everything flimsy and fake, it felt ready to collapse. I stared at Kirill, my mind struggling to bridge the gap between the man who had just tenderly held a straw to my lips and the man I’d just learned who had traveled the world ending lives for millions of dollars.

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!!”