Assassin's Cowl Novels & Stories

"We found a clue at the crime scene—a spade symbol. It's the sign of a secret group of international assassins. Cillian's cousin, Leroy, was totally confused when he heard this. "What are you talking about? That can't be true!"

“So someone supplied him.” “Or someone copied one for him,” Rowan replied. Neither possibility was acceptable, I looked down at the dead assassin realizing that whoever he served had invested time, money and patience into this operation. This had never been a reckless attempt, it had been planned carefully. The physician moved to the assassin’s jaw. “I found this.” He held up a tiny black capsule with silver tongs. “It shattered between his teeth.” “Poison,” Darius muttered. The physician nodded. “Fast-acting.”

(Dead Assassin) One of the assassin that wanted to act gloriously died when a bullet blasted his skull right open. It was a simply like a scene of a fish that jumps out of water and got skewered by a harpoon. “……S.W.A.T unit! Boxed in!!..advance!!!….let no one escape!!..”.(Commissioner Layla)

I have to deal with this also as if I don't have enough on my plate right now, Ammy Watson is the very first wolf Assassin; she was exceptional at her training and was the very first wolf sent on a mission; she had the number one branded in all her stuff. She went on numerous missions before I was ever ready to join her in the fields. We slowly became close, since I was the second wolf assassin. I think that made us a little closer. But then she one day went rogue; it was over a man, I guess. The organization filled us in on everything. I tried to make her come back to the organization, but she wouldn't fucking listen.

“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

If I can crack the hardest systems in the Inner City, this would be manageable for me. “Kevin, extract the security system files for me.” “On it sir.” While waiting for Kevin and Cain to work on it, I noticed how Rush seemed to bite on his tongue as if trying to hold back a burning question. “That’s my assistant. I had to tweak him a little.” Another respect point goes to the Night Walker and none for Titus Crowley. “That’s so cool! Do you have any other sidekicks?” “I work alone.” “Can I be your sidekick then?”

Avery’s breath hitched, her body locking up as her final defense mechanism crumbled to dust. Cole stopped just two feet away from her, leaning down until his amber eyes were level with hers. There was no arrogance in his expression—only a deep, profoundly dangerous respect. "You played me," Cole whispered, a sharp, dark smile cutting across his features. "You played the entire university. You’re not a human, and you're certainly not a victim. You carried an alchemical neural block, you systematically targeted the Crown Prince of the Crescent Pack, and you neutralized him perfectly. You're an assassin, aren't you?"

I feel my bones start to break the second the night air settles against my skin. I shift and run into the woods, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins. Just like Kiera had said, I see a rogue staring at me like he’s been waiting there for me all along. My assassin instinct slams into me and I pounce on him, desperate to smell some flesh. It fights back, bruising me with its claws. But I heal almost immediately. And that’s when I see a mark too familiar to ignore. My mark. The one on my neck.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.