WINNER OF READERS CHOICE AWARDS 2020 (Historical Fiction) Stone hearts. Silver to gold. And the fierce need to prove oneself. [THIS STORY IS PENDING MAJOR EDITS TO CHARACTERS AND PLOTS]. Sequel: Silver Skies Highest ranks: #1 in Arabia || #3 in History || #51 in Assassin || #90 in Spiritual

The 12 Zodiac work for an organization dedicated to assassinate and kill whoever they are ordered to. Each specialize in their own technique each have their own way to kill. Think of this organization like a college, they live here. Orphaned at a young age they all found their way here and have dedicated themselves to a life a crime. They have courses to improve their skills and find themselves caught with romances and betrayal along the way. The life of an assassin is deadly and dangerous, one wrong move and they could get caught. They may be young but don't under estimate them...

A girl. They call her, "The Assassin". She lost her parents at 15 and now, she's the most respected person in the supernatural world.

With her strawberry blonde hair, dark brown eyes and a quiet personality. Rena Yukumaki easily blended with in the crowd. She wished to be invisible not to be seen, but on the inside she felt dead. Until she bumped into a class of assassins also known as the End Class, things changed. (ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM FAN FICTION AND I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTER EXCEPT MY OWN)

What happens when the frye twins are approached by a mysterious girl called Alice who Mr. Green has chosen to be their maid? What if Alice isnt just a maid? What if shes isnt just a maid?

His name is Archer, he is known as the cruel and vicious assassin. He is like a killing machine but hides in the shadows targeting his enemy's and stalking them as prey. He lives alone and has no one to love, until he lays eyes on an innocent beautiful women called layla and he is very determined to have her. However archer is very possessive and doesn't share with anybody else, if someone does touch what's his then you better start running as he will track you down and rip your throat out in the most painful way. Her name is layla, she is a very sweet girl and she tends to always have a smile on her face which never fades. Layla always puts others before her and wants them to be happy. But, many people hurt layla and says mean things to her because of her kind nature. @all rights reserved

"You fail to see your true value and that is where you fail every single time. You are not just a plot on the drawing board. You are not just a pawn or a soldier, you are the key. You have always been the key." ----- Isaline Winter, the last of the Winter clan and one of the deadliest assassin the world has ever seen. After the tragic and brutal deaths of her parents, Isaline seeks refuge within the Royal court where she is forced to serve the Queen as her right hand woman. The blood on Isaline's hands has tainted more than just the surface of her skin and no matter how hard she tries, she cannot rid herself of the sins of the Queen. It's only a matter of time before the darkness swallows her whole and Isaline wants out as soon as possible. But she's bound an unbreakable vow and losing just isn't in the Queen's vocabulary. When buried secrets begin to rise and missing pieces begin to fill themselves in, will Isaline have what it takes to end this horror once for all? Or will she succumb to the darkness that she's fought so hard?

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.