Assassin Pride Novels & Stories

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.

“No. We rebuild differently. No bloodlines. No legacy. Just the truth.” Elena stared at him, her voice low. “And what truth is that?” “That pride isn’t power,” he said simply. “It’s the chain that’s kept us enslaved for generations.” For the first time, Alessandro’s anger faltered. He turned away, running a hand through his hair. “And Voss?” Matteo’s expression darkened. “Still out there. He won’t stop until he buries every trace of what we’ve done. He’ll come for all of you.”

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.

I never hid anything from Alessio, he was my brother and I knew that I could trust him. "You're The assassin? The deadly?" He asked, unable to believe what he just heard. I nodded. I was waiting for him to snap at me or tell me that what I do isn't good but on the contrary, he smiled brightly at me. "I'm proud of you." He said, "My sister is the best assassin in the world. I can't be prouder." "My brother is the best sniper in the world. I can't be prouder." I mimicked making him laugh.

Killian's roar shook the walls. From the darkness ahead, the priest answered, his voice tinged with disdain. "You think yourselves king and queen. But I am the hand of judgment. You've already lost." A fresh batch of assassins surrounded us in no time. Judging from their fighting finesse, I could tell that they were members of the Phoenix. I spun, cutting one assassin down, then another. Killian barreled through the line like a wolf tearing apart sheep. His fists were drenched in blood, his teeth bared. His violence was almost animalistic. He'd grown more than just feral lately.

He smiled apologically. “Well, you thought wrong. Now someone should show your pack members some manners," I said eyeing the crowd. “I apologize for their behavior. I am Aslan, beta of the rising stars pack," he said waving for the crowd to disperse. “Apology not needed since the did has been done. I would have been happy to meet you but not in this circumstance. I am Tamsyn leader of the blue eyed rogues." “Am sorry again Tamsyn.This way, please. We will go to your room, you freshen up before we meet the alpha." he said smiling.