Assassin's Cowl Novels & Stories

He took a deep breath and turned to see five masked men in black silk uniforms standing right in front of them. Zayn's heart missed a beat recognizing the uniform they were wearing. "The Assassin Wolves" slipped from his lips even before he could think of stopping himself. 'The Assassin Wolves' was a notorious group in the west that kings of many kingdoms had tried to eradicate from existence but somehow the name rises again. It was a group of powerful werewolves, all members are alphas, who get paid handsomely to assassinate politicians and royal leaders. No one ever escaped an attack from them. Not even the king of a kingdom that was rich in beverages years ago, King Nathan.

“They must’ve followed my trail. Or maybe they were watching all of us.” One of the cloaked figures raised his staff, aiming it straight at me. “Ghost Wolf Rachael Snyder. By decree of the Elders’ Council, you are to be contained, your power relinquished.” “Over my dead body,” Kelvin snarled. “That can be arranged,” the second assassin said coldly, then launched a blast of silver light from his staff. Kelvin shoved me out of the way just in time. The blast hit the ground where I’d stood, burning a crater into the earth. Mike lunged forward, engaging the first assassin in a brutal clash.

Even if I assigned men to watch over her, it would prove abortive. The attackers are Crow members and I know the kinds of men and women that Blake Crow made his assassins and his assailants. They were skilled men and women and they don’t make the same mistake thrice, the third was always a success. In this case, I wouldn’t lie, I was scared for Sofia’s life, I was so scared she would eventually be killed.

She rose before the sound finished echoing, already moving, already hunting. She didn’t see the first assassin until he was on her. Camouflage. Masked. Knife in hand. They crashed against a column with a sickening thud, his blade scraping her side as she twisted, kicked, flipped him over her shoulder. The second came from behind, but she’d already dropped and rolled, firing twice into his abdomen, feeling the recoil in her ribs. Tomaso got the third—barely—before it reached the inner vault stairwell. Alessio found the last one near the war room, standing above one of the analysts, gun raised. He didn’t hesitate. One shot. Between the eyes.

A-class bodyguards like them would not be able to fight these assassins! The Assassin’s Creed sent out many assassins to assassinate Marissa. Before Satan and the Scarlet Witch’s arrival, a dozen assassins had already appeared and forced Marissa and the others into retreat. Now that the two transhumans Satan and the Scarlet Witch had joined the fray, they would not stand a chance of surviving at all!

The Conclave dissolved instantly into two priorities, and Alessia realized with horror that they were not the same. “Kael,” she whispered, “the assassin—he’s aiming at the Moon King—why?” Kael pushed her behind a fallen pillar before answering. “It doesn’t matter. You’re not safe here.” “He’s not targeting me.” “That doesn’t mean he won’t.” Another shockwave shook the chamber. The assassin leapt down from the upper tiers, landing in a crouch atop the council table, cloak whirling like smoke. Alessia’s breath caught. He wasn’t just a rogue fighter. His aura was wrong, dark, slithering, and pulsing with luminousness that felt sick and corrupt.

"Your codename is the Grim Reaper? When did the Legion take on such a bloodthirsty deputy head?" Just then, two elderly men emerged from the darkness, their expressions cold and vicious. They were the founders of the Assassin's Guild, Victor and Aiden Crow. They were both SSS-ranked experts in the transcendent realm. Ashton had already locked onto their presence, so hiding any longer was pointless. They looked over the severed limbs and mangled corpses on the floor, feeling devastated. These assassins had been precious assets—the very core of the Assassin's Guild. And now, they were all dead. A single man had killed them.

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!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I nodded and gave her a hug before hurrying out of the school compound, driving until I reached a local grocery store which held a fading neon sign reading, The Place. As a hideout for an organization which trains people to become assassin's, that name should sound suspicious to anyone. I carefully pushed the glass door causing a bell sound to echo throughout the whole grocery shop. My eyes quickly drafted to Derick who was dressed in a yellow short sleeves and blown short khakis who sat behind the cashier desk. Derick is more the cashier of The Place and also like security for our organization. He is twenty seven years old and has been working here since he was sixteen. He has a slender bui

Kael's POV The compulsion artifact had a signature. Riven set it on the desk between us at six in the morning. A small black disc the size of a coin. Old metal. Older than the Cole household by sixty years. He had pulled it out of the south cellar from the body of the assassin who had come through the wall the night Selene had walked into my study in a cream silk dress and the healer's hands had been on her wrist. The assassin had been carrying it in his boot.