One of the world's oldest jobs is hired killers, ninjas, or simply... assassins. Due to the need and demand for assassins, entire clans were formed that still exist in modern-day, to raise killers with how to do their job correctly while passing on the long-forgotten magic techniques sometimes referred to as "jutsus". In one of these village clans hidden from modern society was raised arguably the greatest killer of them all. Or at least he was until he lost his memories in an accident. Now he's been placed into a school for assassins disguised as an extremely elite school for the gifted. With no idea how to use his killer skills and losing a lot of his knowledge, he must try to survive a school filled with killers in training that if his true identity were to be revealed to them, would do anything to kill him and claim his title as the greatest killer. (pics/vids/gif/ect:are owed by there respective owners)

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox