Assassin's Cowl Novels & Stories

it feels like this peace is too fragile, too perfect. I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming. Something bad. THIRD PERSON’S POV Back in the city, in an abandoned garage near the outskirts of town, Camille straps weapons into a black van. Ammunition clips snap into place. Beside her, a man, an assassin, in all black studies a map pinned to the van’s dashboard. Red circles. Coordinates. Timelines. “The cabin is isolated,” the assassin says without looking up. “Minimal visibility. Three exits. One unguarded. We strike soon.”

The Corvettes searched all night, but the assassin was nowhere to be found. They had seemingly evaporated into thin air. The next day, Spencer came to 48 Stronghold. He summoned Cole into a secret room and asked with a solemn expression, "Cole, the assassin last night was able to get through the various barriers we’ve set up in Mount Pearl. He’s clearly a well-trained martial artist. I’ve been thinking about it. The assassin appeared immediately after Angeline did. Could they be working together from the inside out?”

I make my way to a rental car I have parked two blocks away, get in and drive back to Hotel LeVeque, where I plan to soak in a nice hot tub and get a good night’s rest. This is what my life consists of. I travel the globe killing people for a living. I don’t take any sexual gratification from what I do, I don’t even do it for the money really – although it does pay incredibly well. No, this work; this life, runs in my blood. It’s deep rooted in who I am. By the age of twenty-nine I have become one of the most prolific assassins in the world. To those in this shadow world or those who seek me out I am only known by my codename. Blackheart.

“Return to the pack. Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone and tell my beta to handle the media.” They bowed and quickly filed out, leaving the room eerily quiet. Outside, the distant hum of traffic and the occasional blare of a horn filtered in through the glass doors. I turned back to Lila. “Speak.” “I know a group of assassins,” she said. “They worked for my pack before everything fell apart. They’re efficient, discreet, and fast. Ethan won’t even see it coming.” My wolf stirred approvingly in the back of my mind. “At last,” Hugo murmured. “She’s thinking the right way.”

"An assassin. Professional, highly skilled. He's been picking off my men for the past two weeks. Three dead so far, two more injured. All targeted hits, clean executions." Arabelle picked up one of the photos—a crime scene, body covered with a sheet. "Who is he?" "Goes by 'The Wolf.' Real name unknown. Works exclusively for hire, no loyalty to any family. Someone's paying him to weaken my organization." Dante rubbed his face. "We finally tracked his hideout—an abandoned factory in the industrial district. But here's the problem: every man I've sent to scout the location has either been killed or barely escaped. He's too good. Too careful."

The man looked at the potion in shock. "Of course I will. Don't worry, the injection I gave you will not only help you so that you will not die easily, it also makes it impossible for you to move. So will you answer my question or not" She raised the potion and waved it to his face. "I will say!" He yelled desperately. "Good! I'm listening!" Scarlett muttered. "They were the best couple in the research and Assassin organization. It's just that, they steal things but they never kill people.

Elle really did take him down hard but she's no shifter and she's not my Head Enforcer. "Actually, she's a human assassin.” It's cruel of me to rub salt in his wound but I need to bring him down to Earth so he can tell me why he attacked. We've had a few rogues get close and several humans wander over our borders, but he's the first one to get so deep into our land and near anyone as precious as a female or pup.

Mayari ignored Jim's remarks as she sat on the nearby chair and place her hand on the table that separated her from the elf. "I'm not here to say hi." she coldly stated. "Now start talking." "You're no fun." He sneered. "The truth is, I don't really know who's the mastermind of this case." "You're an assassin that is paid by an anonymous client." Mayari concluded. She knew the field very well. Jim was surprise that she was able to quickly grasp the situation. Nevertheless, she reached his expectation. "Yes." Jim nodded. "But judging by the amount of money he paid for the Royal Family's assassination and the very accurate information he have about the Royals, there is a high probability that

" Her voice, the way she threatened to kill me. I don't think is her first. She didn't sound nervous at all. " Carolyn nodded her head. So they were looking at a seasoned killer. " Thank you, " she said politely and turned for the door, her partner trailing after her. " You might consider closing shop and leaving town for the moment cause the Colosimos gang will be going hunting and your backyard will be the first stop, " she said just before the hit the door. " Fuck me twice! " the red head frazzled curse followed her out the door. " So do you know any female assassin that operate within the city? " she asked Max when they entered the car. " Just two. Lightning and Poison, " Max answered as

“I’m better. The fear is still strong, but Cove is here. I talked about it. I forced myself to talk.” Lena sat on the arm of the couch. “Good. The last assassin is downstairs. He is tied up and calm. We can bring him up if you want to see him.” Cove looked at Eli. “You sure?” Eli nodded. “Yes. I need to see him. I need to know if he has more coming.” Cove called the team. “Send the prisoner up. One at a time. Make sure he has no weapons.” The men came up a few minutes later with the last assassin. He was handcuffed, his leg still bandaged from the graze, his face bruised from the fight. He was pushed into the living room and made to sit in the chair across from the couch.