Assassin Pride Novels & Stories

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.

"I assume this isn't about the shipping numbers." "It isn't. Sit down." "I'll stand." "I didn't ask." He held there a beat, then sat, one hand resting against the table's rim, in no rush, like the chair owed him nothing and he owed it less. I had known Damien Ashford was intelligent before he walked into my company. Alfred wouldn't have approved his hiring otherwise, and the investors wouldn't have accepted his name if he hadn't built a reputation strong enough to justify it. What I still hadn't settled was why a man with more money than he needed had crossed an ocean to work for it.

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.

"Now listen everyone, I have to be honest with all of you that I know this man. I met him in Canada. And you were right, he came for me. But he can't always be at the top. Let's give him something that he fears the most." I'll give everything that I could to bring him down. Whatever reason I had in mind, my hatred towards him is on fire. The next day, Vanique found news about the bombing and hostage event that happened on the Howards yesterday. Not only that the suspects were able to steal a lot of money from the casinos but also received extra money for sparing the hostages' lives. Well, I've never heard of a gang that would rob a very famous man like Max, this way. Who are they even foolin

“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

Of prayers and quiet waiting. Until something shifted. It was the sound of breath, not Samarth's, but another — swift, measured, barely audible. A presence entered from the terrace, shadow sliding over stone, silent and sleek. Dressed in midnight black, the assassin landed with precision, like a panther stalking prey. The face was covered — only the eyes glinted beneath the hood, sharp and cold.

His scream choked off in his throat before he fell face-first into the sand, twitching once, then still. Silence… Only one remained. … The Assassin leader cracked his neck slowly, the sound echoing like breaking timber. He flexed his wrists, hopped lightly on his toes. His boots dragged across the sand as his eyes burned with hatred. The crowd stirred. Anana’s white gaze locked on him. The duel began. The leader struck first. He was fast… faster than the assassins before him. His blades gleamed as they darted and sliced. He struck from the left, from the right, overhead, underhand. His body moved with a predator’s grace, venom dripping from his steel claws.

It doesn't take a genius to know how Royal Family and Monarchies work, and Mayari already have experienced on handling royalties in her assassination. She clearly remembered that the mission was to kill the Royal Heir of the modern Royal Family in her world, so the royal crown shall be passed to the second oldest prince, rather than the eldest that will soon be in death's door. The second prince himself planned the assassination and Mayari did all the dirty work. The mission was a success and by manipulating some clues, the blame was thrown to the princes' uncle. Whom who have expressed his distaste for the crowned prince. He was innocent of the crime, yet he was proven guilty and was senten

He was dancing all over my toes and he didn't give a damn about it. "I guess you have nothing to say and it is not difficult to see why. I am an assassin, Mr. Dante. I am a ghost to society. You will find no record of me. I could choose to make away with your money and you won't do a damn thing about it, because, there is really nothing that you can do. It is a miracle that you call me and I even pick up your calls.–” His voice became deeper and more threatening. I listened angrily. I had never felt my pride more hurt in my life.