Assassin's Apprentice Audiobook Novels & Stories

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

His voice shook as he recounted every detail—the ambush, the assassin with the blue case, the man who came for her, the brutal fight, and finally the message Lucian himself had delivered. Darius Veynar sat high upon a throne of black steel and glass, his expression carved from ice. He listened without interruption, every word pressing deeper into his silence. His jaw ticked. His fingers curled into fists on the armrests. When the guard finished, silence pressed thick and suffocating. And then— The roar.

"His name is etched on the core of my being; understand that touching my essence means trespassing on sacred ground.” Ezreal’s POV The sound behind me was small and I froze. My hand twitched toward the gun at my waist just as the voice followed. “Don’t move.” I turned slowly. One of the hired assassins stood there, gun raised. His breathing was uneven, his hands trembling. The kind of man who’d already decided he wasn’t walking out alive.

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass

“Okay, here goes. I work for a government organization of Assassins. My organization specializes in high-priority cases involving men, or women in some cases, that have done atrocious things but can escape justice because they’re wealthy and connected.” I’m shocked, speechless. At first, I think Declan’s playing some kind of trick on me, but the sober look on his face tells me otherwise. Breath hitching, I lick my lips and ask. “You're not lying, are you?” Declan shakes his head with a somber frown and tightens his fists. I can tell that he wants to touch me, but he’s unsure whether I’d be receptive. Releasing a breath, I nod my head in realization.

He looked at the screen and saw to his surprise that she is separating all the different sounds she could determine from the audio file that she is currently listening to. “What the heck is that?” He asked intently. Alex turned slightly and looked up at him, pausing the audio she is listening to. “I’m separating all the conversations that I can hear from the background,” she answered calmly as she removed the headphones. “This audio that you got from one coffee shop, one mile from the explosion site has five persons talking. Three of them were the bombers.” “And the remaining two?” “I’m assuming they’re the leaders or the ones studying the vicinity on where to plant themselves for the explos

His body trembled in excruciating anguish, and he gritted his teeth. His eyes grew listless, and tears, saliva, and sweat poured down his forehead. While his cries were unheard, Raven's head continued to jerk unceasingly. … The interrogation was barely a few minutes long. I was astonished the assassin didn't say anything for the first five minutes. I began to worry about the methods those groups used to train these assassins at this point. They must have gone through hell. But there was always a hell beyond hell. Raven had already passed away by the time the questioning was finished.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

The second assassin produced a small recording device from inside his cloak, and I understood immediately that whatever was happening here was more complicated than a simple assassination. "You're going to say some things for us," the first one said. "On record." "Am I." "You're going to tell the world you're a fraud," he said. "That you lied about everything. That you manipulated your way into this realm's trust. That you're worthless and you never deserved a single bit of the respect they've given you." I looked at him. "No," I said. "You don't understand," he said, the recording device clicking on. "This isn't a request."

She was suffocating and couldn't breathe. Flashes of her childhood where she gets locked up replayed in her mind. “Noo… stop,” She yelled, pinching herself to remain conscious. Kael, who had just left, had an uneasy feeling. As if his body was being controlled he rushed down to the dungeon. Opening the door, he saw her on the floor. As he reached out to touch her, her body trembled. “Don't… Don't hurt me,” She said while unconscious. “A traumatized assassin. How laughable,” Kael thought.