Assassin Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her breathing had gone more unstable bringing more fear to my heart. I slowly stepped away from the guards and moved towards her. She looked almost dead. Bringing my hands up to my lips, ‘I did the only thing I could think of’ I cut deep into my flesh and opened her mouth. Squeezing my palm together, I slowly pumped the blood into her lips and watched her slowly sipped it. I smiled happily as color returned to her face and the whitish webs slowly disappeared. I growled angrily at the fact that someone had been using dark magic. Which means, if Mark is the assassin, that means he has an accomplice who is involved in black magic.

He said with a dark, full smirk. My temperature worsened, different lewd imaginations crawled into my brain and played there like a movie. Harry holding my ass in his hands, squeezing them, kissing me from my lips to breasts and down to my navel. Thinking about all of that makes me want to burst and he has not even done any of it at all, what if he starts to do it, I'll explode like a bomb.

It would take some time, just like it had when I first began trusting the twins. “What about the Assassin?” Kade asked, the darkness in his voice had me giving him a look of surprise. There was no satisfaction as he glared down at her, just unending loathing. “She said you’d rot down here; shouldn’t we extend the same courtesy?” I hesitated for a moment, feeling my hatred for her rattle in my chest. Killing her hadn’t made it go away, nor did it chase away the feeling of her touch as it drained the magic from my body. Forcing myself to look her in the eyes, I knew what I needed to do.

Ava was stunned, she never expected this, she looked at him with pure shock in her eyes, while only hate and anger is visible in Harry's eyes, he didnt even wait for any response from as he attracted her neck, she was stunned but he was not leaving love mark there, but he bitting her neck, where he was not gentle but being like a vampire, who is getting blood out from her neck, while the blood started to fellow from her neck, he started to bite everywhere he can see, she started to cry in pain, she never expected that Harry will behave like this with him, when she was above to push him off, she was laid down on the table by Harry, the hate and anger didnt leave his eyes, while she started to

“Then, it must really be good because I care about you a lot.” Argent releases a relaxed chuckle and leans back on the chair’s backrest as he runs his gaze down my naked chest. “If we’re going to be together, you have to know, Pen. I’m not just a grunt who works for a government agency. I’m one of the top directors of an organization of Assassins. Some powerful people wish me ill, and you might be in danger of simply being with me. I’ll protect you, but I need you to know this because I don’t want you coming in blind. Right now, I’m on the hunt for a former friend who has betrayed me. I was searching for him the night that we met─ the night of the auction. I’ve known Sebastian for years, and

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

I was jealous. Harlow pulled out the next plan in case the first one didn’t run smoothly. The men just watched her point at various spots on the map and nod occasionally. It was as if this was second nature to them. I understood that they were assassins, but I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that they were so ok with killing. I leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over my chest, and I just watched the scene. It was almost as if the werewolves weren’t even needed. They were going to take care of the situation. We were just the bait.

I wished, with a sudden, sharp ache in my chest, that someone would actually look at me like that for real. I dropped my iPad and leaned into the chair, closing my eyes. The assassination attempt on my father earlier that evening had drained the last of my adrenaline I was tired. I was stressed. And more than anything, I was desperate to feel something other than terror. I thought back to the night before. I had been on my way to find Kenneth, fueled by my friends' advice to "attack," to take control, to make him beg. My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt.

“We live happily ever after.” “An ex-assassin and a vengeful killer?” I asked. “I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving,” he responded.

Not even a bit. The witch handed it to her and because she had no choice, she took it. She took the sip with her eyes closed. There it was again, the disgusting taste of tree bark and dragon fruit with drops of different potions. She couldn’t describe how it tasted… only that it tasted bad. “Thank you.” – she placed the half-full glass on the side and continued watching the training men below. Asher and Damon were on a duel now. They were given knives by the others who are now surrounding them on a circle. Harper’s eyes dilated upon seeing them. She felt worried of what might happen. She rushed towards the circle.