Assassin's Apprentice Audiobook Novels & Stories

“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.

Trained. Not a random thug. A professional. They didn’t hesitate. Neither did I. I fired— Missed. The assassin was fast. Too fast. They closed the distance in seconds, knocking the gun from my hand. I barely dodged the knife aimed at my ribs. I grabbed their wrist, twisting— A mistake. They slammed me against the wall, hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. “You don’t belong here.” The voice was low, accented. Russian.

He exhaled smoke into the night, watching it curl like ghosts before fading. “Empty threats,” he muttered. “They bark louder than they bite.” Alessa slammed the phone onto the table between them, replaying the footage. The sound of gunfire and screaming in the Middle East echoed faintly from the speaker. “Does that look like barking to you?” She snapped.

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.

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.

With the retired assassins still working in the background, I could have them continue to focus on finding leads in Cerathe on my wayward targets, while the active assassins cleared the way for the King’s men. Within an hour, I had documentation compiled with the new orders and fake tip. Satisfied with what I had worked up, I sent it out via email to all of the handlers in the guild. I knew without a doubt they would get to work, sending assassins en masse to the border. I bristled a bit at having to falsify a tip from the Priestess circle, but I couldn’t afford anymore pushback from within the guild. Even with the dossier against Rory Stevens, it had been a battle to bring the guild to heel

They where slowly fading as my eyes flickered slowly shut. "This is troubling. I thought Aspin was a little to gung ho about the Assassins life, but it seems he himself was one after all. Drake will not be pleased to hear about this." I heard the Henchman whisper. I could feel myself being lifted into the air, nothing but a lifeless ragdoll as I felt my body dangle towards the ground.

Thankfully, most of the stuff just involved hacking into certain systems and unraveling encryptions for a couple of Assassins. I look around the living empty living room and glimpse into my room, but it’s empty. Heart pounding with panic, I check the bathroom, but it’s also empty. It’s only when I hear sounds coming from my gym that my breathing steadies. I watch from the shadows as April practices a couple of fighting moves. At one point, she takes two knives from my weapons wall and expertly twirls and throws them. She really is good. Maybe even better than me. I’m just not sure if I want to be with another Assassin. I know that I’m being unfair, but I meant it when I said that I needed ti