Assassin Wolf Novels & Stories

Intrigued, he approached their lifeless bodies. Recognition dawned upon him as he got closer, his eyes widening in disbelief. These were not mere rogues. They were the infamous assassins, known to be the best in the entire wolfdom. Aeron remembered their scent, as he had once contacted them in his previous reign as king, seeking their help in taking over other packs. He sits there for a moment, catching his breath and trying to take in all that had just happened. Why would the best assassin in the wolfdom attack him? Was there a new enemy on the rise? Aeron’s mind raced with questions as he tried to make sense of the situation.

Whiskey. I could feel the itch of need crawl over my skin. I want to feel that abomination’s warm blood run down my arms after I impale him with my claws. I want to see the life drain out of him. All this time, that cocky asshole was a half-breed. Gunner’s voice bellowed through the clearing, pulling my thoughts away from killing Doyle and back to the current moment. Gunner had changed back to his human form and was standing between the assassin and a giant black wolf. It's the same wolf I saw in the forest earlier. So, he is one of Gunner’s lackeys. The wolf stepped back slightly, and there she was. The little witch, the bane of my existence. Zelena. If I could shoot lasers from my eyes, I’

“This may sound like child’s play gentlemen, but I assure you it is anything but. There are wolves hidden somewhere in the woods off to our side, in a moment I will join them. Your job is to locate every wolf before they simulate your death. Do you understand?” A chorus of aye’s came in response. Leaving the small group with instructions to count to thirty, I raced into the wooded area, masking my scent before veering off to the left and climbing into the thickest pine I could locate. I laid myself flat against the thick branch I had settled on and waited. I hadn’t given the warriors the exact number of wolves they would need to locate, like any good assassin, they would need to learn to loo

Tables overturned with a crash, glasses shattering everywhere. ‎Theron shoved me behind him and shifted in an instant. The massive black wolf stood between me and danger, snarling with pure fury. Damon and our Northern Territory guards engaged the assassins immediately, weapons drawn, bodies colliding. One assassin ignored everyone else and came straight for me. His eyes were cold, focused only on the target. ‎

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

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

"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."

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

So I actually had a wolf but it didn’t awaken because of my father? That man was more cruel than I ever thought. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Call me when you’re free.” As the call ended, I turned to Lucien, my eyes glistened with tears. But it wasn’t because I was sad, it was tears of joy. “I’m not actually cursed, I have a wolf.” He nodded. “Yeah…you were never cursed. You’re too amazing to be cursed. Your father was just an asshole.” He said, his voice comforting. “Come here.”

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”