Assassin Wolf Novels & Stories

He said trying to convince her. "What! I mean don't you think it's too early." Annie said looking tensed "It's okay they would have to accept my choice because I have given my heart to you already," Jessie said with confidence. Jessie was also a werewolf from the black moon pack, his father is the alpha of the pack. Jessie was raised in a wild way his dad would always say to him "you are the son of an alpha and one day you will rule over when am no longer alive. And in other for you to be able to govern your people, you need to be wild my son".

She was just about to do the same when another intruder came in, interrupting her again! A fight between a notorious assassin against a former military man occurred. Both did not want to lose from one another. Brianna did not waste her time watching them, but she remained cautious. She was too alert that she noticed when the one-eyed man tried to throw a fixed blade knife in Wesley's direction. She was aware of why the guy would do such a thing. If his superior dies, he automatically succeeds the position if he makes it here alive and returns to their camp or organization.

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.

I got my wolf when I turned 16 which is odd because most don't get their wolf until they're 18 unless you're an Alpha. Ferro witnessed my first shift and said it wasnt safe for me if Alpha Roman found out I had gotten my wolf. He said it could be dangerous for me which is another reason he taught me to fight. Once I turn eighteen though I'm ditching this hellhole and getting as far away as I can. Until then my fate is sealed as hitman.

The assassin twisted, deflected, countered—every move honed from years of deadly training. Lena’s wolf surged again, intercepting a second assassin trying to flank Kade. Her teeth found their mark in the man’s side; he collapsed, convulsing. The air was filled with growls, shouts, the clash of steel on clawed hands, and the scent of iron and pine.

His gaze locked on mine as he lunged straight for me with a snarl, his blade right in front of my eyes. Isaak moved, shifting mid step, bones cracking, fur tearing through skin in a violent blur that filled the corridor with the sound of breaking and snarling. His wolf hit the assassin in midair, jaws snapping shut around the man’s shoulder, dragging him down with a force that rattled the stone beneath our feet. His wolf tore into him without hesitation, teeth crushing bone, snarls ripping from Isaak’s chest as instinct took over. The assassin screamed once, then choked, then went limp beneath the weight of the Alpha.

I bit down with everything I had. He howled. Tried to twist around and snap at my face. I held on. Karson turned at the sound. His eyes widened as he took in the scene. The assassin pinned beneath me. The blood pouring from the wound in his leg. The wolf who had been seconds from killing him. He dispatched his current opponents with brutal efficiency and bounded over. His massive paw slammed down on the assassin's neck, pinning him completely. The fight left the enemy wolf. He went limp beneath us.

Not guardian wolves. Not sanctuary soldiers. Hunters. Kael’s face hardened instantly. “They found us already.” Three armed wolves appeared at the far end of the corridor seconds later, emerging from the shadows with frightening coordination. Their armor carried no official pack markings, but silver-black symbols covered their weapons. Assassins. And the moment they saw Aria— They attacked immediately. Kael moved first. His dagger flashed across the corridor fast enough to bury itself directly into the lead assassin’s throat while the second attacker lunged toward Aria with silver-coated claws.

It lasted less than a second. I stepped into his space before he could correct himself, my fingers pressing briefly against his throat—not enough to harm, just enough to remind. He stilled. His voice wide and froze. I moved past him. They didn't know. As assassin doesn't need to fight like a warrior, they just move, slowly, swiftly and quietly. Except the damage was far worse. The wolves adjusted, attempting to coordinate, approaching from multiple angles. I allowed the first to come closer before shifting aside at the last moment, forcing it into the path of the second. They collided, their movements breaking apart before either could recover.