Assassin Pride Novels & Stories

“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.

He was never meant to get attached to these assassins cause he is aware of the risk involved. " Can we move on now? " Several heads nodded. Percy clicked on his screen and the five assassins' images were displayed on the screen. The first was King, followed by Lioness, then Lightning, Tigress, and then Ruthless. Ruthless was a young assassin just like Lightning but he had recruited him earlier at the age of eighteen. The guy was already a seasoned assassin by the time he hit the age.

The most powerful one is born after generations and blood, as he is left with no other choice, but to heed, obey and reply. “An assassin.” Drilled within him the laws and the creed that he needed to obey and put first than anything. His very ability, wit, and skill as an assassin brought him into the pedestal of the dark and cornered shadow of their very kingdom. Hail and somehow idolize, he is the very young age of thirteen knew nothing, but to kill as an art, to rule with a mask, and be the perfect assassin. Until. “7th Princess of the kingdom of Ameli, Princess Rain. Please to make your acquaintance, Prince Clayden.”

Well, aside from pretty much all of humanity, Michael Bay for crimes against ‘80’s and ‘90’s pop culture, and Winona Ryder for being a brat. Ever since that run-in with Nick, I have been taking informal daily martial arts lessons from Mary Sue. One major difference between assassins and P.S.K.’s is assassins are fully trained in martial arts. I’d never really had an interest in martial arts before, but after getting my ass handed to me by Nick in Duluth, I reluctantly admitted it might be a worthwhile skill to take up, because even before he joined T.H.E.M. as an assassin he was already a deadly martial arts expert. I didn’t want to have to see Mary Sue anymore than absolutely necessary, but

In all honesty, he had a valid point and I’ve definitely learnt my lesson. “You idiot! Is the mission more important than your life? It’s meaningless to take on a mission if you can’t see it to the end!” Now that was a low blow. It wasn’t as if I never tried. “What’s the point?” I stared into forest green eyes. “It’s going to be the same at the end. I’m not a hero. I’m an assassin, a murderer. Even if I succeed in taking down the Parliament, there is no way I’m going to be accepted for what I’ve done. I’ve always known that the day I bring the Parliament down, I will go down with them. In order for a better future that isn’t built on the blood of others, the cycle must end and it ends with m

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

“To think that they dubbed you as the genius of the millennia who will put other Halflings to shame, ha! The Demon King Lucifer the Prideful was only lying when he announced your unparallel talents since a mere lowly being such as me can fool you for years now, your highness.” The young Halfling cast his eyes down. He was not struggling which made the four assassins smile in triumph. Their eyes wrinkled as their smirks hidden by a satin raven silk remained yet to be seen by the young prince whose eyes were now on the ground. The tightening of his chest and the clogging of his throat did not affect his devastated state which made it easier for the cluster of assassins to finish their job upon

Every time I saw softness entering a man who built himself entirely from brutality. Adrian belonged in darkness. Not beside someone like Ethan. And maybe that’s why jealousy tasted so bitter inside my mouth right now. Because deep down— I already knew Adrian would burn the entire world before letting anything happen to Ethan. A sharp scream suddenly echoed behind me. Nick finally got another answer. I crushed the cigarette beneath my heel slowly before turning around. The assassin was trembling violently now. “P-Prague…” he choked out desperately. “The order came from Prague…” Nick’s eyes narrowed sharply.

For what I have done, I accept the punishment bestowed on me for my disrespectfulness. My tender apology to you all. And with my most grateful respect to Nathan, our leader himself, I am sorry for my approach towards you. Please forgive me. Nathan smirked and let go of the bottom. Relieving the girls of their misery. They were all already weeping on the ground. The last time they felt that same pain was back in the day, when they were still under training. The pain was terrible, like their backbone was being pulled backward. Nathan went close to Emily and said to her: Weakness or weakness is the only way to kill a man, and that's why real assassins don't have one. Look at your weakness. Love

The Quicksilver assassin stood slowly but continued to stare down at Casper’s bloody lump of a body. The commotion was noticed by Azreal and as the Alpha began making his way toward Jay, he caught sight of the carnage beneath his assassin and began to pick up speed. As Jay and Azreal reached Mj the assassin calmly stepped away from her victim and looked at her brother, “you are wrong about me Jay,” she stated in an eerily calm voice and slowly strolled toward the car.