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Damian rasps, one hand raised, “Don’t—” But Eli is already running. The assassin whips around at the sound—he sees Eli sprinting straight toward them and smiles. He actually smiles. “You brought your little Omega toy,” the assassin hisses. Damian moves at the same time Eli does—too fast, too chaotic. A tangle of bodies, limbs, the flash of a blade— Eli doesn’t even see the exact moment the knife slashes across Damian’s ribs. He only hears the sound Damian makes—low, sharp, bitten off—a sound Eli has never heard before.

Dustin’s aura caused everyone to stir uneasily. The night sky was speckled with stars. They could see everything clearly. Dustin was like a demon unleashed. He turned the night into one of blood-soaked misery. He reached out to strike, and one of the assassins was surprised. The blade in his hand seemed to be summoned by some unknown, powerful force, and it left his grip. The blade landed in Dustin’s hand. In the next moment, the blade flashed toward him. There was a sharp hum of a blade, and the assassin died.

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

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The assassin's sword struck the sword, causing it to fall to the ground. The assassin turned to face her, their eyes meeting, but she could feel the rage radiating from him. She murmured, "Flarry sent you!" as she moved closer, drawing Arthur's sword, and engaging the assassin in combat. Arthur stood, unsure of whether to confront her. She flipped around and gave him two powerful kicks that knocked him to the ground. After that, she moved in closer and squatted down. "It is very easy to take your life here, I am the best assassin of all the packs. But you have to go back and tell Flarry not to try this shit again,” she whispered to him before turning away.

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.

Taking a few steps, I punched in the code I had memorized since I turned eleven. "Welcome, Alpha Caspian. What brings you here today?" The unmistakable voice of the library's security system greeted me. This library held the entire history of the supernatural world—from the good to the ugly, including my father's terrible deeds. Left to him, no one would have ever known, but unfortunately, history was written by warlords who appeared when needed and vanished just as quickly. "There’s no way he could kill them." Delius mused and I chuckled. "For research," I whispered, and another moment of silence followed.

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.

He throws the body of the attacker off me like he's flinging a paper doll. They fly across the room and crash into the wall, the purple blade skittering across the floor. Tristan storms in and I hear the growl that rips out of his throat, "You picked the wrong fucking night." The assassin doesn't waste a beat. They sprint for the balcony. I watch the blade whizz through the air, pulled by an unnatural force, like a boomerang returning back into the attacker's hand. I scramble up, "Don't let her escape!"

"Come on, don't say that. I once saved your life." "Did I or did I not say I'd kill you the next time I see your face?" He choked for air as she tightened her grip on his neck. She felt the air shift behind her and turned around quickly, beheading the assassin with Meatpacker's sword. The head falls on the ground and the body on the branch, blood oozing from his body. "Always so fucking predictable." She said through gritted teeth "It was worth a try." She pressed the sword against his throat, putting a little pressure with each passing moment.