Assassin Wolf Novels & Stories

Seeing his attacker. A huge jet black wolf looks down at him with piercing green eyes and the wolves around immediately bow to him. Daniel could feel the person's aura. It was not a Beta or a Gana blood. It was way more. The beautiful wolf with black jet fur was a rarity. A royal wolf,who have been heard to go extinct years ago. The wolf starts approaching Daniel, daring him to move. By blocking his exit and standing between the cliff and him. And Daniel gulps. Knowing there was no escape now.

She grits out. Phoenix’s hardened expression metamorphizes into one of irritation as he continues to hold her in his steely arms. Phoenix is at least a foot taller than the woman and over a hundred pounds heavier, but she’s putting up quite a fuss. I can tell by the way his arms are straining that she’s strong. Her long blond hair flails around with her irate movements, and her blue eyes spark with annoyance. It’s almost comedic to see Phoenix with his chocolate-covered skin and toned muscles struggling with the termagant. He looks almost unsure of what to do. Phoenix is Logan’s assassin. His real name is Oliver. He and I have worked on several assignments together over the years and have ha

I asked. He looked down at me with a wry, almost wickedly playful smile. “They couldn’t do anything to me. Who would protect them from their assassin?” he asked. “You’re right.” I smiled, shaking my head. A swish of air swished around us as Nova walked past. Once she was in the ballroom, great room, whatever they called it here, I asked, “What is she?” Ezra looked down at me, his dark brown brows tugged together slightly as he sniffed the air. “She’s a wolf,” he said confidently, and I shook my head.

Three wolves burst through the stairwell door in mid-shift, fur ripping across skin as their bodies twisted into full wolf form before their paws even hit the floor. Cole shifted instantly. Garrick followed. The hallway exploded into violence. Teeth. Claws. Blood. Decker didn’t hesitate. His bones cracked as he shifted, the massive black wolf bursting forward into the fight. The hallway filled with snarls and thunder. One assassin lunged for the bedroom door. Decker intercepted him mid-air, slamming the wolf into the wall hard enough to crack plaster. Another wolf crashed into Garrick. Cole tore into the third.

"Like hell." I try to shift. Can't. Too exhausted from the mating. My wolf won't come. An assassin gets past them. Comes straight for me. Caius intercepts. Takes the blade meant for me. In the stomach. Deep. "No!" I scream. He drops. The assassin raises his blade again. Light explodes from my hands. Pure white. Instinct. Panic. The assassin disintegrates. Just gone. Ash. More assassins. Damon's wolf is taking them down but there are too many.

We were stuck here until they let us through – and I didn’t think they’d be doing that any time soon. ‘Not good,’ Ina hissed. ‘They’re Sand Wolves – the Desert Assassins. They aren’t as big as normal werewolves, but they’re shit-hot at combat and love using their skills to rob humans and other wolves in their territory.’ ‘You couldn’t have mentioned them before?’ I hissed, turning on the spot, assessing our chances of escape. As I took a tiny step back they started to growl, a low, vicious sound building and building as more wolves joined in.

But they weren’t fast enough. Kieran moved like a storm with his body shifting mid-air. I could hear the sound of bones cracking and muscles tearing apart. And within seconds, a massive black wolf stood where he had been, his fur bristling, and his fangs bared. His powerful body collided with the assassin’s, and they all crashed through the wooden railing, hitting the stone floor below. A moment of stillness ensued and then—a scuffle, a grunt, and the sound of someone escaping through the window.

She roared, charging towards me despite her injuries. My wolf was strong but wasn’t strong enough. It couldn’t win against someone with the strength of an alpha. Deep down, I knew it was only a matter of time before I met my end. Our wolves clashed, biting and scratching at each other, our furs dyed with the color of our blood. I morphed back, my body weak and helpless. She also shifted, grabbing the dagger and drawing me closer. “Lucas,” I whispered, hoping he would somehow come to save me. “Oh, don’t stress. He’s not coming. He’s currently being held down by one of my boys,” she chuckled, playing with the silver-edged dagger. Dread washed over me, my heart hammering in my chest. She clutch