Assassin Pride Novels & Stories

Of course Liam is my brother, just the same as I am, crafty as a fox and really swift then Cunning, I do not expect him to relax and move on in life after I had gotten crowned as the alpha of the pack. I had been expecting some revolt of a sort or anything to oppose me at all. Nothing just peace and all, the only thing which is a problem Is the assassin, as much as i'd love to pin it down on him I can't, This same assassin murders his mother, it do not have a reason to think Liam suddenly had reasons to kill aunt Helen No matter how goal and greed driven Liam is, I can do much as vouch for it that he would not do anything to harm his mother at the very least.

The man who once lived for my breath was now the predator stalking it, his every movement a jagged, lethal promise of my end. We were on the open observation deck of the Spire’s flagship, suspended thousands of feet above the burning Iron Shore. The wind howled around us, tearing at my silk gown and the Sovereign tactical gear that now encased his body. Dante moved with a sickening, mechanical grace, his obsidian arm glowing a sterile, blinding white. He was "Assassin 01," a ghost with no name and no mercy.

Vegas yelled. “I, Kylie Candace Kazimir, pledge to uphold the secret of the assassin creed and always put my duty first,” those words played in my head. The gun fell out of my hands as such horrible things I had done began to play in my head. Multiple gunshots and blood splashing played in my head. Was this truly the person I was? An assassin? “Kylie, stay with me,” Vegas slapped my cheeks lightly, “Don't fucking close your eyes on me!!”

“True, but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.” “It’s not impossible, but the way you handle everything with such skill and panache gives one the illusion that it’s that simple.” “It’s that simple.” “It isn’t,” Travis argues. He cannot bear to think that he once believed he was ready to succeed his father if anything goes wrong. The clan of Pride would not even last a year before he’d be assassinated by usurpers in the name of preserving the clan. Either that or the clan would slowly crumble. He shudders to think of the legacy of Pride ending with him.

One struck Mike in the neck, and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious within same second of impact. Jared's reflexes kicked in early, and he caught the second dart targetted at him mere inches from his face. He glanced around the surrounding, sensing as the air reeked of murderous aura. Then his eyes locked onto two figures emerging from the shadows. They were clad in ninja attire, their faces obscured except for their glowing red sad eyes which only meant one thing - They were unmistakable, asassins from the Tribe of Sorrow....A legendary assassin clan with extraordinary powers. They would kill for the f*e and with pleasure in their heart. It was what they're birthed for and to do.

Its botched attack allowed Red Rose to finally locate it, and the Unwed Widow took this opportunity to strike. The kick of the Barbarian Primogenitor was heavy, and the chest of the assassin caved in immediately that foot impacted its chest. However, it still lived, for how could one kill what was already dead? Without so much as a grunt of pain, the assassin disappeared into the darkness once again, much to the annoyance of the Barbarian Primogenitor who didn’t bother to hide her anger, scoffing at the absurdity of fighting enemies that could not be killed.

My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt. I needed a distraction from…everything. My body still throbbed, it wanted to be touched, it needed him. I needed him. I stood up, my resolution hardening. I wasn't just a billionaire; I was a woman who was tired of waiting for permission to feel alive. I sat up when he came out of the gym in the room He was wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung black athletic shorts. His muscles were rigid, gleaming with a sheen of sweat

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

His voice reverberates across the receiver. Priest has been an Assassin with the Confradia for over ten years. We don’t really have a friendship because I’ve been the East Coast’s Director for nearly that long, but we do have a working relationship based on respect. “I’m sorry to be bothering you, Priest. I’m not sure if Savage has apprised you of what recently occurred.” Priest responds. “Micah called me earlier and told me what happened to Maleah. Is she alright?” I take a deep breath before I reply. “She’s fine, but the situation is not looking good.”