Assassin Pride Novels & Stories

Every strike, every dodge, every snap of fangs was a declaration: Blackwood would not fall, not today, not to assassins, not to traitors. Finally, with a coordinated lunge, Kade and Lena struck simultaneously, claws and fangs tearing into the master assassin. The cloak fell back, revealing a scarred face, eyes blazing with hatred and disbelief. The assassin’s body crumpled to the stone floor, defeated but alive—barely.

" You think I didn't know that an assassin was sent to kill me? I know the scent of everyone that is working for me in this company but yours is different, who are you!?" Ashley fought to withdraw the hand from her neck but couldn't. She was no match for the alpha. However, her survival instinct kicked in, she tried kicking him at his dick but Frederick eluded her leg and constricted his hand on her neck more. Ashley toiled to breathe. She kicked, and fought, but nothing seemed to be working. She wanted to try one more skill which would work but doing it here would do nothing but convince Frederick more that she was an assassin therefore exposing her secrets and motives.

“But I wanted to. God, Dev, I wanted to mark her skin so I could watch her bleed.” His confession left me speechless, that and the feeling of his shaft jerking against my stomach. Obsidian was turned on by just imagining hurting her. A sadist. I knew what it meant. It was a word that some of the pride members used to describe the doctors at the facility. It was a word I never thought would ever be associated with Obsidian, despite his past. “Say something.” I opened my eyes and blinked up at him. There were a lot of things I wanted to say. The pride had chosen me as their leader, which meant that it was my duty to eliminate every possible threat.

It's possible this guy already knows my plan and I’ll no doubt have to take him down before I even get close to Gideon. "There's no way she can find her way back; it's just not possible for a human to track like that.” I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from laughing; the fact that I’m human and not a shifter is making the guy in charge underestimate me and I’m happy for him to do that. Most guys underestimate me and don’t realise their mistake until I have my knife buried in their chest. I’m confident enough in my abilities and training that I don’t feel the need to peacock myself around like most males do when they’re at the top of their field. I understand why I’ve been taken; one as

Alessia’s hands trembled and her body trembled. Priam lifted a hand. “Guard.” A Terra soldier stepped forward, pressing a stone-forged blade to the assassin’s throat. The Emperor’s voice hardened, “Tell me who hired you.” The assassin exhaled slowly then smiled. Alessia’s breath caught. It wasn’t a smile of amusement. It was a smile of certainty. “I wasn’t hired.” Priam’s eyes narrowed,“What?” “I wasn’t hired,” the assassin repeated calmly. “I volunteered.” Eryx stiffened. “Volunteered? For what—treason?! ”

Two months later Adrian : please don't kill me I'm pleading please don't kill me Assassin : sorry Prince but you don't have a say in this. He cocked the gun and pointed it at the blood stained prince and pointed it on his forehead. He staggered backwards but the two guys at his back kicked him so hard that he fell down and hit his forehead against the ground. They dragged him up and his blood flowed down from his forehead covering his left eye. The assassin gave him a blow with his fist and his mouth began to bleed.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

"And by the way, his name is Aidan. He's a tall asshole with green eyes who ran away from his girlfriend and unborn child, just so you know, since you're so interested in younger men so bad." I slung my purse over my shoulders, waved goodbye to Dee, who looked like a proud mother, and to Amelia, who looked embarrassed by her friend's behavior and, with my shoulders straight, I walked out of there.

I challenged her. "Okay fine, I'll tell you, AS stands for Assassination Society and as you can see from the name, they are the ones who are given assignments to assassinate someone and the ones who give them these assignments are their BIG SHOT client who wants their mess to be cleaned or enemy to be killed accidentally or in natural death without them being linked to that death," the woman began to explain everything to us. And I hate challenging her since she understands what AS is and what the aim of this group is.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.