Assassin Wolf Novels & Stories

His hands come up, trying to push me away, but I'm already falling with him, my fangs sinking into flesh. Hot blood floods my mouth. The taste should horrify me, should make me sick. But my wolf recognizes it for what it is—the taste of a threat eliminated, a pack member protected. The assassin stops moving. I pull back, my breath coming in ragged pants. My juvenile wolf form is covered in blood—mine, his, I can't tell anymore. The second assassin is backing toward the broken window, his hand pressed against his bleeding arm. "This wasn't supposed to happen," he mutters.

The other two converged quickly, one shifting into wolf form while the other remained human, a silver blade glinting in his hand. I released the first assassin, already unconscious from blood loss, and spun to face the remaining threats. The wolf lunged, teeth bared for my injured shoulder, but I was faster despite my wounds. I ducked beneath his attack, coming up under his exposed belly with fangs and claws. He yelped as I tore into him, the sound cut short as I snapped his spine with a powerful twist.

I asked, trying to keep my voice toneless, but I don’t think I nailed it because there was a slight tremor in my voice. The Feral Assassin has been killing violent rogues with less than good history for the past five years, and I admired him for it. To be honest, I was a fan of his and I never wanted him to snap or get caught. And looks like now I would be the one to hunt him down. Hunting a Feral wolf only meant one thing, death on sight. There was no interrogation or hearing once a Feral wolf is found, just the death sentence. But if the Feral Assassin has really gone insane at last, it just had to be done or if he goes on a killing spree, I could never forgive myself for the spilled blood

I rise to defend myself and keep him busy enough for the White Crow's sister to escape, but he is unrelenting and violent. The fight is a difficult one for me. I am an assassin, a silent killer who finishes off an unsuspecting target and who has mastered the art of smooth, silent killing. He is a rogue, a wolf used to a rough life and rough ways and even rough deaths, like the one he plans to give me. I fight against him, trying to hold him from doing any further damage, while he continues to bite, yell, and paw at me until it all stops at once. It takes me by surprise too-how the rogue wolf that was a terror only a moment before is now frozen and unmoving. A few drops of blood fall from his

Three wolves in dark clothing had burst through the windows, and they were heading straight for the stairs where Rhyker's delegation was housed. "Assassins!" someone shouted. Kael shifted mid-stride, his wolf form massive and lethal. He caught the first attacker by the throat, slamming him into the wall hard enough to crack the wood. Rhyker appeared on the stairs, already shifted, his alpha power rolling through the space like thunder. The second attacker went for him, but the older wolf was faster, catching the assassin's arm and twisting until the bone snapped. The third assassin, however, had bypassed both alphas. He was heading for Korra.

The wolf also has white pupils for eyes, not being able to see but has even better senses than her host. The wolf is carrying Anna’s clothes in her mouth and puts it in front of Lavi. “You are not an omega then,” Lavi realizes. “You are a Lycan?” “Took you long enough to figure it out!” Thena chuckles. “I am Thena. The assassin’s wolf.” Lavi is shocked but hides his feelings. What might have caused a Lycan to become an assassin for the Black Jacks? “I assume you will not tell me her real name either,” Lavi states, rolling his eyes.

"Kill the devil lover!" They shift and attack Lor at once and I take a rough head count of about fifty of them. He is strong and fast and powerful but I am afraid fifty wolves are a little much for even him to handle in so little time. I start running towards him without thinking, with only the thought of saving him. More of the black-dressed assassins stream in and leap into my path, blocking me. They shift in a split second, their clothes ripping as they lunge at my throat. I dodge away from the first wolf, right towards the second one who has huge unhinged jaws ready to snap around my throat. I swipe without thinking, my long sharp claws, gouging gulleys into the wolf's face and she hits

To hurt my mate? To hurt me? I wondered. Now, I am not surprised by Reid’s words about them not being ordinary. Assassin wolves are the kind of wolves that took killing as a profession. Someone must have sent them to us, who could have done that? The fact that I have no enemies makes it more confusing, who could have taken my luna, and why?

That I was the specific assassin who took out his pack’s scouts that had been ordered to test the boundaries of Aurelia. When I dodged his pathetic attempt to throw a paper ball at me, I wanted to laugh. But all I could do was just send him a wink. Good, let him keep trying to figure me out. The others will think he's crazy, and it'll begin to cause division among the jolly group of heirs. Werewolves were like humans in some ways, always believing that their males were the strongest or most skilled fighters. Well, they needed to shove their toxic masculinity bullshit so far up their ass because I was here to prove them all wrong. I would be the last face they ever saw.

For now, she’d have to be the werewolf’s assistant. The End!