Assassin Books Novels & Stories

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

He tries to brush it off, thinking he's just being paranoid, but the feeling persists. He slows down his movements and looks around the room, trying to spot any signs of intrusion. But there's nothing out of the ordinary. Just as he's about to resume his activities, his phone beeps with a message. He fishes it out of his pocket while still inside the woman and sees a message from one of his associates. His heart sinks as he reads the message. "Terminator is coming for you." He's heard of the infamous assassin before but had never thought he would be a target. He tries to push the woman off him and get dressed, but before he can even get up, the door to the room bursts open, and a figure dres

I'd trusted Ava and for some reasons, everything went down the hill. A voice in my head kept asking why I was trusting Cassien so easily. And although I still hated his guts, I'm able to walk freely because of him. Who knows where I'd have ended up if his team didn't get me? Fuck, I didn't want to owe anyone. The plan was simple, straight forward and was supposed to be a piece of cake to execute. If not for the fact that I was going after one of the largest mafia in the city and a very dangerous person. My mind drifted back to the room where I'd woken up, with Cassien feets away from me. His worry stricken face and his beautiful blue eyes. I'd willingly give myself to swim in them. Cassien u

They keep law books on the second floor mezzanine, which is potentially the darkest and creepiest area of this place. Once I get to the top of the stairs, I glance down at the piece of paper with the title of the book on. Legendary assassins and their downfall. The shelves are all sorted in alphabetical order, so I find L fast and then search through the plethora of books, looking for the one I need. The same creeping sensation that I’m being watched sweeps over me as I glance down onto the ground floor level toward the door, wondering if I wouldn’t have heard someone enter. “What are you looking for?”

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

Keira felt the tension in the air just as her siblings did. Some of the world's greatest killers were assembled in the heart of what was once Absconditus, on the border of Imperium and Venatores. There was enough bad blood flowing between the founding families of the House of Assassins to drown all of Warlanda. And yet, even just a glimpse of Aaron was like finding him in that restaurant one and half years ago all over again. Brand new sensations. Life breathed back into her. Their last names meant that they were born on opposite sides, destined to kill each other. Nothing could erase that. Rivers of blood flowed beneath the bridge that connected them. Still, the way her aching heart yearned

It was as if I were looking for a needle in a haystack. If Silent Assassin weren’t an enemy of the law I would have applauded him for his bravery and for having such skills. He was very slippery just like an eel. And all of his victims are people who are hugely plagued by society. He is like Robinhood in modern times. It’s just that Robinhood stole from the rich and gave to the poor while silent Assassin kills the rich people who are plagues of society and bullies the people who are helpless because of their low status or don't have money. He will be good police if only he is not an assassin.

she agreed hurriedly before closing the link, but not before I felt her rapid heartbeat and read her wild thoughts. "Come in," I said to my beta and gamma. As soon as they stepped in, I felt the shift in the atmosphere. I waited until they sat down across the table, then broke the silence. "What did you find out?" I asked. Nolan cleared his throat noisily while Aslan continued sitting in silence. "The girl's heart was ripped out by the time we reached the dungeon, Alpha. Although the murderer tried his best to make it seem like suicide, the absence of blood beneath her nails proves otherwise," Nolan revealed. He stopped and stared at Aslan briefly before continuing.

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.