Assassin Pride Novels & Stories

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

The crowd shouts back in unison, “YES, SIR!” He smirks and raises his own voice, “We are the Assassins Guild, and they are just bad guys. We kill bad guys for a living, because we are really fucking good at it!” The crowd punches the air, “YES, SIR!” Kai and Ash are getting pumped too. Rolling their shoulders and cracking their knuckles. Eddie nods and turns to their Portal-Witch,

Pity is a smear to the ego of an assassin -a trample on their will -so to her, it was pride and death, not cowardice and bliss. Noticing her convictions, another sigh from his lips plummeted to earth. "Fine!" He squinted his eyes to feign ignorance. "well? get going!" Seeing a chance as his eyes were closed, she seized the chance to throw another dagger at him, but this time, he catches it by the tip, and drops it on the ground. She groans, and rushed in and took a slash at his throat. His eyes were still shut, but he could hear the dagger cutting through the air, aiming for him. A clear opportunity to counter-attack appeared, and he snatched it. He folded his knee, bent lower than her attac

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

“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

I wanted to apologize to him, but somehow my pride didn't let me utter those words. I slowly walked away from him and sat on one of the twin swings, thinking about my words. I'd never been one to speak without thinking. I was always calm and collected. But being with Adrian made me lose my control, which irritated me. I'd worked so hard to gain control over myself and appear collected. I didn't want one person to destroy everything just by being present around me.

She will once again experience the wrath of Machitis but this time in full force. I grab her by her neck and push her straight onto the bed without concerning myself over her safety. She attempts to scramble away but I grab her ankle and pull her with such force I can hear the crepitus in her ankle she winces in pain and I have no remorse over her condition. I grab her other ankle and flip her over, she looks over her shoulder with trepidation as she tries to kick her ankles out of my hold. How adorable of her to think she can escape me. I let her loose so she feels she is back in control, I expect her to crawl away, however she does no such thing instead she brings her ankle closer to her o

"What happened to all those brave words from earlier? What happened to taking my head? What happened to hunting down your backstabbing brother and ripping his throat out?" He pulled back slightly, a wicked, triumphant grin stretching across his face as he stared into my fading blue eyes. "If you die right now, Dante wins. If you die right now, I win. Is that really how the great assassin of Aries wants to go out? Cling to your petty pride and die in the dirt, or drink... and live to try and kill me." Those words hit me like a splash of freezing water. Shit! This monster was right. He was right.

He killed a king. “Tell me your name,” I growl. His smile grows. “Tell me yours.” Whoever gives ground first loses, Father says in my mind. I drop the chair back to the ground so he’s sitting upright again. “Kill him, dump the body somewhere the Goddess will never find him.” The assassin chuckles. “Pretty boy’s got some balls. I like that. You can call me Birsha. But you need me too bad to drop me in the ground just yet, so let’s keep playing.”

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”