Assassin's Cowl Novels & Stories

” ”PROFESSOR TAN, THAT IS ENOUGH! The whole room gets swallowed up in silence along with Doctor Reginald Estrellas’ aura of ferocity. Even Professor Johnny almost fell off his chair. ”We will not waste time with your sermons! You speak once about your latest complaint and then you can step out of this hall as soon as you are done!” ++++++++++ “So the assassin is freelance?” ”Yep, not even part of his Elite Team. This one is one of those for hire bastards that were once part of a shitty pirate squad up in the Maldives area. Fucking overpriced if you ask me.”

Marcus said with a frown. As he turned to leave, Zara’s instincts prickled. Something felt… off. Zara’s P.O.V The bodies lay at their feet. Dark. Silent. Unsettling. I knelt beside one of the assassins, my hands steady despite the lingering tremor in my chest. Pulling back his sleeve, I revealed a familiar symbol burned into his flesh. The Covenant’s mark. My pulse quickened. “They were sent by Malachi,” I said. Ryker nodded grimly. “Without question.”

“The assassin already confessed and provided all the proof we need, Kraven. Denying the truth won't change facts.” Her aide handed me an envelope and I opened it to see a video recorder and some evidence linking Kohen and Elowen to the recent assassination attempt. In the video, I heard the assassin they caught confessing that it was Kohen who ordered him to do so. “That assassin is one of the residents of Northleaves, Kraven. Kohen took the chance to plan how to kill you with that wicked woman. We all thought he helped us solve the problem when he had something up his sleeve.”

But the assassin suddenly laughed. Then his body stiffened. A dark liquid slipped from his mouth. Lucian’s eyes widened. “Poison.” The assassin’s body went still. Dead. Cassian cursed softly. “They always carry poison.” I turned toward the second assassin. He was trying to stand. Lucian moved instantly and pinned him down. “You will not die before speaking,” he growled. The assassin stared at him. Then something strange caught my attention. A symbol burned into the assassin’s wrist. A crest.

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.

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

The arrival of the executive assistant director was something that she had not counted on. “What the f8ck is a CIA operative doing in my building?!” Director Vincent hollered the moment the door of the conference room was closed. He looked at her hardly for a long while. “What assignment did Marshall give to you, Walters? Did he plant you here to retrieved information about the incidents?” “Why don’t you ask him since he’s the one giving the order?” Alex shot back. She looked at the director darkly. “I’m simply a pawn here to do his bidding as well as yours, if I may say.”

He appeared so nice and serene. "From what you can see, our enemy was just like any normal supernatural being. From here, we finally understand that there is no one with the word monster written on his or her forehead. Each one of you needs to be extremely careful and trust no one, "Aslan advised. "In this room, there are 20 of us. Tamsyn with her 5 work members, Aslan, and his 4 assistants, then comes Nolan and his 6 work members, then finally 3 members of the army together with me, making 20 of us. Given the fact no one here can be trusted, we have no choice but to take a blood oath "Caspian finally announced and silence fell in the room.

“No, Sophia. I’m one hundred percent serious. I work for an organization that sanctions the assassination of men who have committed atrocious crimes against humanity. Men who have gotten away with it because they are rich or are protected by their country’s laws. That man that I’m scared might find out about you and hurt you used to be an assassin.” He must see the skeptical look on my face because he releases my waist, rubs his fingers across his mouth, then walks over to his headboard and presses some kind of tile. To my shock, the tile glows beneath his palm, like if it’s reading it. The headboard begins to shift until it splits off in opposite directions to reveal some kind of secret roo

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.