Reincarnated As An Assassin Novels & Stories

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

To evaluate this beauty, she can only use one word "excellent" It didn't seem too bad, with this lively face, compared to her previous stiff appearance, it was truly a new land. Scarlet is very satisfied with her current body, but… Has she been reincarnated? Reincarnated in her previous life? Scarlet's head ached, and a large number of strange memories rushed into her mind, each image running through her head like a movie.

" The surrounding people started to whisper, hearing the result, But that did not affect the middle-aged man as he gestured Ellias to leave the pond. What happened in front of me was so unbelievable that I thought I was dreaming, but it was not a dream. It looks like I was transmigrated into this body, But that means that the previous owner of this body died. I suddenly felt afraid, I got one more chance to be alive, but it seems that someone is after me in this world too. Hearing the middle-aged man's words and those shining fishes, This world is definitely not earth that I knew. It looks like people can control elements in this world, judging by what the middle-aged man said. If...

Did she just call me Angela? "Angela, can you hear me?" The girl who I now know her name to be Amber from Angela's memory looked scared when I did not reply. "Why are you calling me Angela?" I could not understand what was going on. First, I reincarnated after my execution, which was something impossible. After waking up, I still had my memory's intact, but I also got the memories of another girl. How real was everything that was going on right now? "Oh dear, was the hit to your head so hard that you have lost your memory?" The girl who said she was going to make the river go dry just to wake me up was now peering down at me. Her eyes held derision and her voice, mockery.

I exhaled and kept mute for two seconds before it finally occurred to me. “Of course, he mentioned some crazy ritual to be carried out by the pack, he said it’s the ritual of acceptance,” “Fuck!” She exclaimed. “What? What does that mean?” “Ashley, that’s a big problem and I was thinking they’ve ruled it off. Normally they carry out this ritual three days after someone who’s dead comes back to life. It’s a ritual carried out to reveal the secret things and spirits linked to the person,” “What the hell,” I responded, my hands half way between my stomach and neck.

"What do you mean?" Nyx extended a hand, her movements deliberate. "You are no longer Carmen. Here, you are Daphne Vasquez, daughter of Lord Alaric and Lady Erica Vasquez. You must embrace this identity if you wish to survive." Carmen's breathing quickened, her chest heaving with panic. "No... No, I can't do this. I don't want this! I want to go back to my world, please. I do not want to be in this story. I don't."

“I’ll settle it with you, Valentina. No more lies. No more chains. Pain radiated through my body, fresh blood seeping warm against my bandages, but my heart burned hotter. Even if it killed me. Slipping out of the Cave was suicide. But I wasn’t just Dennise anymore, not the trembling girl stitched up in Ace’s medical wing. No, I was Cross-trained. An assassin who had survived every impossible mission they sent me on. I waited until the halls fell silent, until the heavy boots of guards shifted into their lazy midnight rhythm. Pain gnawed at my side, every movement tearing at my stitches, but I embraced it, let it sharpen me. Pain had always been my companion.

I scoffed, staring intently at the TV. ​He was simply a prick who deserved to die. I had merely gotten rid of their trash. ​I threw myself onto the couch, taking one big gulp from the bottle in my hand, not bothering to change out of my clothes. My apartment was a mess; I rarely had time to take out the trash. ​My name is Evelyn. I work for an Organization that specializes in weaponizing young girls into deadly assassins and assets for big shots who want to clean up messes. ​I snapped out of my thoughts when my watch began beeping. It meant I had another assignment. This made me frown; I wasn't supposed to take up another job on the same day as a hit.

And she saw me. “Come with me,” she said. I didn’t ask why. I had nowhere else to go. Anita was unlike anyone I’d ever known. Beautiful but deadly, kind but fierce. It wasn’t long before I learned her secret. She was an assassin, and a damn good one. Under her guidance, I transformed from a pitiful street rat into something much darker. She taught me to fight, to survive and most importantly, to kill. She molded me and gave me a reason to live.

Timothy. He was still getting used to the body that he reincarnated in. A known as a serial killer. A hired assassin centuries ago. He was getting used to the body as it slowly turned into his original face. That’s how reincarnation in their family works. Slowly, the body will adapt to the soul and whatever the Soul looks like, will adapt by the body. The scar on his face was permanent and a lot of women were disgusted by it.