Assassin's Cowl Novels & Stories

Was gone. Rowan returned from outside carrying something wrapped in cloth. "We found this." He unfolded it. It was a black throwing knife. Its handle carried the mark of a white raven. Cassian's face hardened. "I know that symbol." I looked at him. "Who does it belong to?" He stared at the knife for a long moment before answering. "The Raven Guild." "The finest assassins in the kingdom." "They don't kill for money." "They kill..." "...to keep secrets buried." And somehow... They had just declared war on us.

However, the moment she got to the end of the aisle, a familiar powerful fragrance forced her to look up. That was when she was met with those alluring grey eyes she had gazed upon last night. Alpha Xavier Valcourt was High Target 10, the Alpha she had been sent to assassinate last night and failed. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Bullet casings littered the floor, evidence of countless hours spent perfecting their deadly art. As Emine continued her exploration, she noticed a corner dedicated to intelligence gathering and analysis. Here, assassins pored over maps, blueprints, and surveillance footage, piecing together the puzzle of their targets. Computer screens flickered with encrypted messages and intricate algorithms, highlighting the basement's connection to a vast network of information.

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

He mutters urgently. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at his panicked words. “Relax, kid. No one is going to kill anyone. I’ll talk to them and ask them to back off.” Hunter relaxes his tone. “Yeah, man, thanks.” I release the call, place my phone on the console, and concentrate my eyes back on the road. I can understand why all of the men are on edge. Willem Kazik is a very dangerous man. A former Confradia Assassin who turned on the organization and killed many of our men. The asshole took a lot of intel and has made it to the top of our most-wanted list. Before Savage caught him, he was dealing with firearms, skin trade, and child trafficking. He even tried to kill Savage and Reaper’s wo

“Okay, here goes. I work for a government organization of Assassins. My organization specializes in high-priority cases involving men, or women in some cases, that have done atrocious things but can escape justice because they’re wealthy and connected.” I’m shocked, speechless. At first, I think Declan’s playing some kind of trick on me, but the sober look on his face tells me otherwise. Breath hitching, I lick my lips and ask. “You're not lying, are you?” Declan shakes his head with a somber frown and tightens his fists. I can tell that he wants to touch me, but he’s unsure whether I’d be receptive. Releasing a breath, I nod my head in realization.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

“One of my former colleagues sold my name and location. They know I was at the trailer in Vermont, they know I’m in Tennessee, and they’ve now placed a second contract — on me. This is no longer a remote threat. It’s coming here.” Alexander’s expression didn’t change much, but something shifted behind his eyes — the particular recalibration of a man who has been underestimating a situation and is now correcting for it. He’d known for years that Gabriel’s work would eventually follow him home. He’d hoped it wouldn’t be like this. “Who holds the contract?” “The Black Crow pack. Rochester.” Gabriel straightened. “Vincent Sawyer.”

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.