Assassin's Cowl Novels & Stories

She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.

“Actually, could they look into Urk Mensolv instead? He’s the Don of the Kixovl Mafia—human and sex trafficking. I think that’s why the pups were taken. Just be careful—he’s dangerous. Make sure they cover their tracks so nothing traces back to you.” “Max, how do you know a Don?” Deek asked cautiously. I took a breath before answering. “Now that my mates and pack have accepted me, I can tell you the truth. I hope this doesn’t change things between us—but if it does, I understand.” I hesitated before continuing. “I’m an assassin, and Urk is my target. The facility where we rescued the pups? That was one of his new operations. At the time, I had no idea they’d taken any of our pups. I only fol

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

"The hunters are deploying a localized chronal dampening field! It's choking the workshop's bandwidth! If they tighten the perimeter, the signal drops to zero and the world never sees the truth!" Through the gaps in the rotting workbench, Anaya watched the three black-suited assassins advance. Their frame-skipping movements made them look like terrifying ghosts, appearing five feet closer with every blink of an eye. The crimson, multi-eyed visors on their helmets scanned the room with cold, predatory efficiency. They weren't here to capture; they were here to excise the anomaly. "Kabir, your gun," Anaya whispered, noticing the dull golden light starting to seep through the seams of his heavy

I readied myself, battle posture and hands already folded. Two minutes later, the notorious gang of assassins, hundred-win kill rate, known for being vicious and blah blah blah, were laying on the floor whining and moaning in pain. That was it. I shook my head as I crouched down to check the pockets of the assassins, whoever hired them must be someone I was very familiar with. As I searched the pocket of the assassins, I came across a moonlit lily, these flowers only grew in the supernatural world.

Natalie was eager to leave, so she hurriedly greeted Isaac and Wyatt before leaving the room. As soon as the door to the ward closed, the atmosphere became tense and Isaac casted aside his playful face. "Brother, the assassin from yesterday was targeting you. He's from the DIE organization." After a night of investigation, Wyatt had already figured out the situation, "Two weeks ago, someone put up for your assassination on the dark web."

I saw the way she staggered, the way her hand clutched the moonstone on her wrist like a lifeline. But she didn’t fall. She never fully broke. My wolf liked that and that made him dangerous. I leaned back in my chair and let the recording loop again. She moved like a predator. Every strike in the earlier footage was deliberate. Not street-learned. Not military. Professional. Lethal. Zero. The name that Hugo and Kelly had whispered in my ear like a curse. A ghost in the underground. An assassin without a face. A rumor most dismissed… until now.

Not blown open, but knocked off its hinges by sheer brute force. Three pureblood assassins stood in the doorway, their figures appearing exceptionally tall against the shattered frame. They didn't attack immediately, but stood there, their eyes coldly assessing the people in the room like those of prey. They smelled the human fear emanating from Catherine and Ben Carter, and the strong, threatening alpha pheromones emanating from Jack. "Target confirmed," the lead assassin whispered, his voice hoarse, as if his throat were filled with shards of glass. "A bastard of the Progenitor bloodline. The Council wants you alive."