Assassin's Cowl Novels & Stories

Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused One of my burner phones buzzed on my table, dragging me from my thoughts, and I knew exactly who it was even before seeing the number “We’ve got new orders. You need to get close to Raina Cole and find out some accounts and vital information about her company. I’ll send you the details.” He always spoke steadily, his voice was never raised nor in a rush “Get close, how?” I asked “You’ll improv,” he said. “You’re the best at improvising. Get in. Get it.”

His tattoo stretched as he turned his head to face the corner of the room. In that corner of the room, a man struggled… Officer Rinaldi, the cop who had pulled Alessa from her last foster home. “I can’t do it," she whispered. Carlo’s gold canine tooth glinted. “Yes, you can La mia piccola angiolleto." (My Little Angel) In the end, she did it. She killed him. That was the first of a thousand more to follow. She had quite the time growing up, responsible for multiple high-profile kills before she even turned 18. Alessa was exactly what Carlo had wanted: a prolific and efficient assassin.

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

She will once again experience the wrath of Machitis but this time in full force. I grab her by her neck and push her straight onto the bed without concerning myself over her safety. She attempts to scramble away but I grab her ankle and pull her with such force I can hear the crepitus in her ankle she winces in pain and I have no remorse over her condition. I grab her other ankle and flip her over, she looks over her shoulder with trepidation as she tries to kick her ankles out of my hold. How adorable of her to think she can escape me. I let her loose so she feels she is back in control, I expect her to crawl away, however she does no such thing instead she brings her ankle closer to her o

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

– Abandoned Warehouse District Sera arrived alone at the coordinates, heart pounding. The warehouse was dark and decaying, rain pattering on the metal roof. A single light bulb swung in the center of the space. A man stepped out of the shadows — mid-fifties, sharp features, wearing an expensive coat. “Dr. Elias Crowe,” he introduced himself. “The assassin you and Cassian killed six years ago was my brother.” Sera’s stomach dropped. “I’m not here to kill you,” Crowe continued. “I’m here for justice. Your husband destroyed my family. My brother was the only one who believed in me. And now I’m going to destroy everything you both love.”

A figure dropped from the ceiling beams. It didn't make a sound when it landed. It was wrapped in charcoal-grey rags that seemed to absorb the candlelight. It didn't have a scent of a wolf; it smelled like a void. A Shadow-Pack assassin. They were the Council’s silent blades, wolves who had been stripped of their souls to become nothing but killing intent. The assassin held a glass sphere filled with a roiling, black liquid. "The archives must burn," a voice rasped from beneath the rags. It sounded like stones grinding together in a dry creek bed.

She wore a neat, shoulder-length wig tucked beneath a simple service cap, a plain uniform that masked her figure, and spotless white gloves that hid her manicured hands. When she stepped into the elevator, her heart thudded in her chest. Just as she reached for the close button, the doors opened again — and in walked Alexander, Colton, and a small entourage. Ava instinctively tightened her grip on the cart’s handle, lowering her gaze so her eyes stayed hidden beneath the cap. As the elevator began to rise, Colton spoke in his low, matter-of-fact voice. “The guy we caught last time killed himself. I traced that scorpion tattoo — turns out it’s from a foreign assassin group called New Dawn.”

They saw their second-in-command, Aiden Elrod. "You would not like to mess with them. They work for Exodus and we wouldn't want to be on their bad side." The girl named El answers. "But why are you after that assassin?" El asks as the man chuckled dryly. "The black swan is our assassin." Aiden declares as the girl steps backwards stumbling down as she was shocked. "Yes and wherever he goes, she'll be nearby." The man says, eyeing the worried girl approaching him. "Are you alright?" The hacker girl asks worriedly.