Assassin's Apprentice Audiobook Novels & Stories

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

Rigel’s voice slices through the haze. And suddenly, it’s like I’ve been doused in ice water. I drop my hand, severing the connection. The assassin collapses, coughing and wheezing, but still alive. My own breathing is ragged, my hands shaking violently. What the hell did I just do? The remaining assassins, seeing their fallen comrade writhing on the ground, hesitate. The rogue leader watches me with a glint of satisfaction, as if I’ve done exactly what he wanted.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

The light on my skin dimmed from a vibrant, living flame to a dull, bruised orange. Beside me, Rowan let out a sound that wasn't a roar, but a pained groan. His massive, ten-foot frame seemed to sag. The amethyst fire that usually rolled off his fur was being pulled toward the porcelain masks of the assassins, disappearing into the red slits of their eyes. He swung a massive claw at the nearest figure, but the assassin simply leaned back, the movement so precise it looked mechanical. The green needle in the assassin's hand hissed as it cut through the air, leaving a trail of poisonous vapor that made my lungs burn.

Before his foot could hit his chest, with his two hands, the assassin got hold of Noah's leg and twisted it. Noah wondered who the assassin was. The man knew his every move, even before he made them. "Aaarrrrrhhhhhh!!!" He let out a hoarse groan. The supposed 'assassin' pushed Noah away and stood before him, watching him fall to the ground. Noah also watched the assassin as he groaned in pain. "I see you are no longer training." The assassin spoke up. Noah gritted his teeth as blood gushed out of his lap.

As we made our way down, I almost screamed as the huge form of the assassin appeared. He placed a finger on his mouth to silence us and with his hand gestured us to follow. Twenty metres ahead, on a narrow section of path, one side a hill, the other a deep ravine stood Alpha Francis and my Alexander in the middle of a heated argument.

“I didn't think I’d resort to this, but I guess I don't have a choice either.” I gritted my teeth and stepped forward, my fist clenching harder inside my pocket. I dragged out a hand, my claws extended as I closed in on him but then his raving suddenly spiked at my proximity. He started to screech, trashing about on the seat like he’s really lost his fucking mind. What the actual fuck? “What the fuck was this?” Gilles cursed like he read my mind. “No. No, Never. Never! Never! Never!” The assassin screamed and at first I thought he was talking about the possibility of me reading through his mind.

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

The advanced training had taught me that assassins could cover their scent to nearly undetectable levels, leaving what little could be detected smelling as if the owner was long gone. The sound of twigs snapping to my left caused me to whip around toward the sound. The scent I had detected was thicker in that direction. My ears laid flat against my head as I growled into the darkness, threatening whoever lurked there. A small man charged from between the brush. I howled in pain as he lunged at me, burying a silver dagger in my side.