Assassin Clone Wars Novels & Stories

I want to make him respond, but I know that it’s not the time to ask. Our communicators signal a message from Jaxon at that moment. “Fall in Assassins. I have visual from the ground of female captives. This is a recovery mission, but if you’re threatened, shoot to kill. Sources confirmed that Lynch and Waltman are in the building. If you get an opportunity, capture them and bring them in for questioning.” As soon as Jaxon gives his order, we rush out of the warehouse, careful to remain in the shadows until we reach the docks. The people inside of the warehouse continue with their tasks, completely unaware that we are there.

But Amara’s gaze stayed locked on the clone — the one that looked like her. “Why did they make you?” she whispered. The clone smiled faintly. “Because you wouldn’t kneel.” Before Amara could react, the clone’s hand pressed against the glass — and shattered it with inhuman strength. The explosion of pressure sent Amara flying backward. Luca caught her mid-fall as Cassian opened fire. Bullets tore through the chamber, but the clone didn’t fall — she absorbed them, her body healing as fast as it was breaking. “Retreat!” Cassian shouted.

He rose with brutal force, clawing across the clone’s chest, each strike heavier, more desperate. The fight dragged on — claws tearing flesh, teeth ripping fur, both staggering, bloodied but unyielding. The cavern echoed with the sound of wolves locked in a duel for dominance. At last, Aeron saw the falter. The clone’s strikes grew sloppy, his stance wavering. Aeron seized the moment — slammed him against the stone, fangs sinking deep into his throat. The clone convulsed, then went limp. Aeron ripped away and let the body fall, panting, his muzzle dripping red. The imposter twitched once, then lay unconscious, defeated.

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

Although I'll be in pain but I'll have no choice or anything to do, I'll be stuck in pain as I'd have to do all the requests of myself. The door pushes open and nova walks in almost naked with only a pair of nipple clamps. Kaden's pov. I had planned the whole thing from.th onset, although the part about the contract with the men came.in right on track. I had planned to meet with the masked assassin who obviously is Nathan's sister. However, every piece of the puzzle immediately became settled as soon as I saw the pictures forwarded to me. Nove is a hifi class d stripper, she counts six figures, charges a lot and has no real social media accounts apart from the ones created by her fans here a

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.

The rogue clone jumped into the driver’s seat, tires screaming as she tore out of the blackened circle of the bungalow. As they hurtled through the rain-slicked streets of the city, the clone reached into her vest and pulled out a small, encrypted tablet. She tossed it into Maya’s lap. "My name is Seven," the clone said. "Or at least, that’s what’s etched into my bone marrow. There were twelve of us in the Delta batch. I’m the only one left who hasn't had a total neural reset."

I have to deal with this also as if I don't have enough on my plate right now, Ammy Watson is the very first wolf Assassin; she was exceptional at her training and was the very first wolf sent on a mission; she had the number one branded in all her stuff. She went on numerous missions before I was ever ready to join her in the fields. We slowly became close, since I was the second wolf assassin. I think that made us a little closer. But then she one day went rogue; it was over a man, I guess. The organization filled us in on everything. I tried to make her come back to the organization, but she wouldn't fucking listen.

Sent her crashing into furniture. A clone emerged from the smoke. Unit 03—the one designed to counter Ji-woo. It grabbed her throat, lifted her off the ground. "Predictable," it said in a voice devoid of emotion. "Your combat style relies on close quarters blade work. I am armored against cutting weapons. You cannot win." Ji-woo gasped, struggled. The clone's grip tightened. A gunshot. The clone's head snapped back—but it didn't fall. Just turned its head slowly toward the shooter.