Assassin's Apprentice Audiobook Novels & Stories

I will make sure that this time, I can execute my plan well. So before midnight, I was already out of the manor with my horse and sword. With four years of being an assassin, I could travel in night time without any effort. Darkness is part of an assassin's life since most of the time, we do our job in the dark. I reigned my horse to a stop when I saw who was standing before the glistening river under the bright moon. His back was on me, calm and still as he stood there. He didn't move from where he is even though I'm sure he is already aware of my presence. I unmounted my horse at once and walked towards him.

Nine smiled, catching sight of me before giving me a glass of water “I should be proud to see that you are still fit despite everything that you have been dealing with” “I was trained by the ancient assassin, what else do you expect?” I winked. Nina laughed, shaking her head at me, I nodded toward the door, shaking my head in question “what’s gotten up his panties?” Nina stayed quiet for a few seconds, nodding at me to follow her. We entered the storage room beside the kitchen and I frowned in confusion, waiting for what she was going to say. Nina barricaded the door before turning to face me, muttering a low chant under her breath “the room is now soundproof, no one can hear what we’re sayi

"Listen up, boy!" "You're right. I'm a monster, and the Pearl mentioned in all those books. Yes, I killed Diego Corry, but there's one small detail every single book has forgotten to mention." I was grinning wickedly. I threw him down on the ground with force. I could hear him murmuring something to himself under his breath as he said, "I'm an assassin. People hire me when they can't fix their own problems. They hire me because I don't ask questions, and I'm the best at what I do." I could see that he was saying, "I'm an assassin."

A dark, bloody smile slowly stretched across the assassin's ruined face, exposing elongated, cracked canines. "The Usurper," the assassin rasped, his voice a wet, gravelly wheeze. He spat a mouthful of black blood onto the pristine iron floor, missing Silas’s boots by an inch. "You wear the crown well, boy. But it is too heavy for your head." Silas didn't flinch. He didn't yell.

Each scream carved itself into the air, raw and jagged. Through it all, Serina stood still, her nails biting into her palms until her skin burned. She would not flinch. Not when this man had stalked her life, not when the truth dangled on his bloodied tongue. At last, when his body sagged in the chains, Damien stepped forward. His voice was calm, almost bored. “Enough. He will not speak.” The assassin coughed, blood spattering the stone. “Kill me then. I’ll go to the pit smiling.”

"The silver isn't in my vault. I have sent no messages. Verify the link with the Great Bank and the glass-towers." "Do it," Hudson barked at his lead investigator. "Now." The room became a tomb. Steven—who had been watching from the shadows—suddenly stepped forward. He walked to the assassin and delivered a brutal, calculated kick to the man’s kneecap. The sound of shifting bone was sickening. "One more lie," Steven whispered, his eyes void of any humanity, "and I’ll make sure you never walk on four legs again." The man turned ashen, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

Leaning down slightly, he whispered near the man’s ear, “You misunderstand.” His voice remained almost gentle. “I don’t threaten people.” “I simply decide…” “…whether they leave this room alive.” ⸻ The assassin’s smile slowly disappeared. ⸻ Alessio walked back. Sat down again. “Ten.” ⸻ Sweat formed on the assassin’s forehead. “You’re wasting your time.” ⸻ “Five.” ⸻ “You’ll never find them.” ⸻ “Three.” ⸻ “You don’t know what you’ve married.”

"He had no special training, but his instincts kicked in." The woman's silence was unnerving, and the assassin could feel her scrutiny even in the darkness. "Tell me everything," she finally demanded. The assassin recounted the encounter in detail, explaining how he had infiltrated the Danvers manor and gained access to Liam's room. He described the struggle, the unexpected resistance he faced, and how Liam managed to escape his grip."The situation escalated quickly, ma'am," the assassin continued. "I couldn't risk any further engagement. I had to retreat."

"I am here, and I have to say you are more than what I could have ever imagined he said slowly. "How will the twins determine when our victims died?" he asked but before I could answer, both Aslan and Arden were back, and their presence seemed to slow down my racing heart. Alpha Caspian? What are you trying to do to my heart? Giving me everything I asked for, Aslan wore gloves at his turn. I was surprised to see Caspian do the same thing. "Listen to me attentively. We are recording all the needed information, but if you see anything unusual do not hesitate to mention it,"

His gun fell out of his hand and clattered against the concrete that had been soaked by the rain. Letting out a groan, Nicholas managed flinged his assailant over his shoulder, giving him the upper hand . The man groaned as he struck the ground hard. The second assailant made a lunge but he dodged the attack. Nicholas sent the attacker a vicious elbow to the jaw. He faltered. Nicholas only needed that. Without thinking, he turned and took off. The attackers were still on the ground and still getting up to chase after him, but Nicholas was more familiar with this place than they were. He threw himself over a metal fence, landed hard, and continued on. Behind him, there was gunfire. The sound