Assassin Pride Novels & Stories

I hiss through my teeth, pain exploding on my shoulder blades, but instead of releasing me, the asshole digs his nails deeper in my flesh. "Should I tell you a story?" He asks and I nod,tears overflowing from my eyes, he must have drawn blood because when he releases his hold, I feel sticky liquid dripping down my arms. "So you see, my name is Adrian, I'm an assassin, I was just a rogue, holding a grudge against Lance, your mate, or should I say your ex-mate, when I was approached by Belinda" He smirks but I roll my eyes

Hunter thinks that Priest sold his soul to the devil or something. Priest rises from his chair and raises a questioning brow. He’s an intimidating fucker. Which is saying a lot to someone my size. Priest’s about six foot two with wavy brown hair and silver eyes. He’s muscular but not weight-lifting muscular. Sleeker, like a jaguar. The other Assassins and I like to give him a hard time because he’s the ultimate pretty boy. Women literally swoon when the guy walks into a room. It’s almost embarrassing. I remember we went drinking once, and some girl walked up to him and asked him to marry her. No joke. She was a hundred percent serious. Hunter, Micah, and I were speechless. She made some spe

I paced in my cell waiting for confirmation that my order had gone out. “Marcus. Kill him.” I ordered the moment the medic confirmed someone had received my message. “Sir? Please no!” the man begged. “He will talk. There is a reason medics aren’t in the field. They can’t be trusted to keep secrets under pressure. Now, kill him.” Marcus moved toward the medic, the limited space in the cell leaving him nowhere to run. The man’s pleas were cut off in short order when my assassin ripped his throat out, wrinkling his nose in disgust as the body fell to the floor.

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

Even so, Aiden's lips curved into a smile. "I would have assassinated you if I had known about your sins earlier, even before you could sit here. I am Princess Seraphina, heir of Auhesraivia, and your treachery has stained the Kingdom. Your disaggregation will not be tolerated any longer, and I will cleanse the filth that your existence has spread." Freeing the sword from its mold from her nearest soldier, she leaped into the air and slashed the traitors' throats.

I look at Alessa and nod at her. “Candy, would you mind?” I nod towards RJ and she walks towards him. He tries to run, but Dante grabs him and slams him down. “Luna-Skye Moretti-Jackson and Ryder Junior Moretti-Jackson, I Rebel Moretti-Jackson President of the Princes Of Darkness MC and assassin for the Mother’s Revenge, place you both into my custody.” The cuffs are placed on them both. Luna is screaming bloody murder as she grabbed up and taken away. RJ goes quietly his head bowed as he is led past me.

I watched as he went over to meet with Celine, and they both laughed. "I guess they are both acquaintances?" I asked myself in disbelief. They had known each other from the very beginning, I was watching their every move, when Agnar quickly told me of the arrival of the Lycan Prince. If Cain is here, it means the Assassins aren't far behind and no one is safe. I stepped out with Agnar to welcome the Lycan prince, then ushered him into the party. I was about walking past Cain , "Strike now!" He whispered loudly into my ears. I looked around immediately to make sure I was alone, and goddess so gracious there was no one in sight.

He screamed at me like a madman. However, I simply looked at him calmly, feeling only a deep sadness. I walked up to him, looked him in the eyes, and said slowly, "You know exactly who got you into this mess! If you weren't so greedy and cruel, no one could've destroyed you! Oh, right, a lowly country nobody like me will be watching closely to see how you cry and beg in prison." That was the exact phrase he whispered tauntingly in my ear just hours ago when he was forcing Richard and Leona to eat the lobster rolls.

"I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration in his eyes. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his gaze. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun. Author: Gideon Fiadzomor Copyright protected

Assassins were trained never to have feelings or get attached to their targets, but this man here was way worse than an assassin. He was a beast. My hatred for him grew stronger. I suddenly lost my appetite and rudely dropped the cutlery. “Excuse me, I need to go somewhere,” I said as I stood up without hesitation and walked out of the booth, leaving him to enjoy his meal. I walked out of the restaurant and decided to ditch his guards, going through the back exit. I didn't want to get a cab, so I decided to walk around for some time, and that was how I ended up in an unknown neighborhood.