Reincarnated As An Assassin Novels & Stories

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

She sat beside him and noticed that his hands were shaking. "I had a big trauma from my past." He mumbled. "This assassin was like Harvey. He's an upgraded version of Harvey. I had encountered him many times and every woman that I bed after that~~that encounter where I almost killed him, he came back and bedded the same women that I did and killed them, then sent photos to me. I thought that he was gone but he was watching us." Chills sent through her spine, but it wouldn't change that she wanted him.

Kara began, but she felt the loud pounding of her classmates on the rooftop door flimsily held together by a rusty lock. "Go on. I have all day," the figure laughed. Argh, Kara heard Will and the others groan on the other side of the door. "But you, I'm afraid, may be on a tight schedule." "You're dead. Well, literally. You died in a car accident once, and then reincarnated as Kara Rey in this life. Very interesting. Took us a long time to find you. We're so glad you survived...not really, but you know, the more there is of you to use!"

I took advantage of my small and petite stature to squeeze in between the crowd. I ran as far away as possible. I wanted to be alone. I was just so lost and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know who to trust either. No one else have any idea just how frustrating the feeling was. I didn't need anyone to pity me. I just needed someone who would understand but how could they? I was the one reincarnated into this world trying to escape my fate of dying. The brutal truth was just as plain as that. Just when I thought I was finally free to live my life, I just foresaw another death of mine in the near future and I have no idea what led to it.

I cried as blood gushed out from my mouth in return with the spear being dragged out from me too. I held onto the reincarnation coin, hoping that its magic would help me this time. "No!" I heard Aiden's voice screaming. Before hearing a fight happening around me. I turned to see the royal rogues fall dead as my sight began to darken, with my body being raised from the ground, nothing hurts more than knowing that I couldn't even give my child a taste of this world. "May the power of the reincarnation coin, grant you a second life." I heard Aiden's voice say to me.

“We live happily ever after.” “An ex-assassin and a vengeful killer?” I asked. “I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving,” he responded.

he mumbled in defeat as he laid back down on the cold concrete floor. "Eros wasn't the only one who saved you that night, you know… I stopped them from killing you, but it led you to become what you are now… I'm sorry for making you a killing machine," he whispered to himself as if talking directly to Keisha to confess. He reached his hand towards the ceiling as he painfully remembered that day where Keisha was saved, and became an assassin. "It's all my fault," he whispered.

"Yes. The story you heard is true. I was killed forty-three years ago. However, three years later, I woke up and became an envoy of the Mafia System. I don't know myself and how my soul came to be in this body." Arsenio stroked his chin. He wasn't really surprised. Hearing Freya's story was like in the reborn genre novels, which he usually read in his spare time. The question then became. Is there really something magical like this? Systems and being reborn, just to protect a loved one? "Maybe, God, gave me one chance to be able to protect Bastian. All this time I kept watching him from a distance. I was waiting for that time to come..."

As long as Alisa could dream of a better future, a better world, I would be fine. When I turned sixteen, my first mission dropped. The Target was the son of a minister, and all I had was a pocket knife as a weapon. I had refused. I didn't think proving my worth meant I would have to kill someone. I thought all I needed to do was grow stronger. But when the boss held a knife to Alisa's neck, when I saw her blood slowly drip from the cut he had given her, I had accepted the mission. And I succeeded. And thus, deadly assassin Vera Ivanov was born.

She read out loud and chuckled slightly. She could vividly picture their faces when it comes to reality, and she was determined to make them swallow their words. She moved to her seat unbothered as she reminisced on the near death situations she had faced since her rebirth. Her eyes scanned the faces in the classroom and fear gripped her as she realized that her assassin might be among the students. After all there weren't any specific requirements for being an assassin. Just the required skills and training to honk it. One thing that was certain was that she had been living in fear since the failed assassination on her. Fear of being attacked unprepared which will render her powerless once