Assassin's Apprentice Audiobook Novels & Stories

What long lost secrets did his one day in charge of such a place unveil? “No,” Cassie answered simply. “My liege,” said the newcomer, bowing before Aaron. “Lord Samuel Greene, seat number nine.” The man hesitated, before bowing once more in affirmation. “Tell me Sam, are you here today to serve The House of Assassins, to serve me and its queen? Or do you come to me as a messenger of death?”

He locked his gaze directly on my stomach. "The spark must be extinguished," the assassin rasped, his voice sounding like two heavy stones grinding together. "Before the unborn king rises." "Touch her and I'll gut you!" Maya roared, lunging forward with her dagger! "Maya, NO!" I screamed! The assassin didn't even flinch. With terrifying, speed, he dodged Maya’s strike, grabbed her by the wrist, and slammed her violently against a heavy stone pillar! CRACK!

I dropped my mug next to the clean ones and turned to face him. Just as I put my hands on my hip, wanting to ask him if everything was okay, he took one last sip of his coffee, slammed the mug on the counter, muttered, "Good day, Kayla." Then he walked out through the back door, leaving me breathless and gobsmacked. "Good day to you too, asshole." I muttered under breath as he slammed the back door. ~~~~~ Restless energy and annoyance caused by Gabriel's attitude yesterday and today pushed me to take a walk alone.

His scream choked off in his throat before he fell face-first into the sand, twitching once, then still. Silence… Only one remained. … The Assassin leader cracked his neck slowly, the sound echoing like breaking timber. He flexed his wrists, hopped lightly on his toes. His boots dragged across the sand as his eyes burned with hatred. The crowd stirred. Anana’s white gaze locked on him. The duel began. The leader struck first. He was fast… faster than the assassins before him. His blades gleamed as they darted and sliced. He struck from the left, from the right, overhead, underhand. His body moved with a predator’s grace, venom dripping from his steel claws.

“You've got news?” He stepped closer. “My men are on the assassin’s trail. We’ve narrowed his movements to the east sector. A safehouse. Nothing official, but the kind of place rats crawl into when the world grows too hot. It won’t be long before we have him pinned.” Satisfaction rolled through me. I nodded once. The simplicity of the plan was poetry. No loose ends, no questions, only fire, ash, and silence. But then a sound drifted upward, faint at first, then clearer. Voices, carried through the grand staircase and marble halls like echoes.

I screamed. I dived for the gold scroll, my fingers brushing the cold metal just as the sphere shattered against the mahogany. Black fire erupted. It didn't produce heat; it produced a soul-searing cold that turned the wood to ash instantly. The flames were a deep, bruised purple, eating through the parchment on the desk with a hungry hiss. Harrison roared, a sound that shook the very foundation of the archives. He grabbed the assassin by the throat, his fingers digging into the charcoal rags. The assassin pulled a jagged bone-knife from his belt and drove it into Harrison’s side.

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 mastermind got everything ready for us. You don’t have any choice.” “Okay.” Olympias nodded and asked Goswin, “Are you sure?” “That assassin confessed in the early hours of this morning,” Goswin replied. “Someone secretly recorded Master Ansel’s and his accomplices’ conversation in his study yesterday. They were plotting how to assassinate you after they returned yesterday.”

Craig Pov I angrily dropped my two fists on the top of my desk. I had already met the assassin but I unintentionally let him go. He was already in front of me but I had no idea that he was the Silent Assassin I had been looking for, for a long time. Maybe he's laughing at me now because of my stupidity. And this idea makes me even angrier.

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.