Assassin Wolf Novels & Stories

Blake stood up again to attack him but Aiden built a fierce,transparent wall around them and angry Blake couldn't pass through. Aiden held Nina. "Nisha!" He whispered Nina's wolf name. Still subconscious, Nina didn't know what was going on.Her eyes blazed bright blue.At the sound of its name,her wolf transformed out. She felt immense power surge through her but it didn't wear off the drowsiness she was feeling.Nina was thinking that her wolf has chosen Damon as it mate so she lowered her guard down and let her wolf do the work.Finally,her wolf has surfaced! Aiden grabbed her waist and pressed her body to his.Her hands on his chest,he tucked strands of hair behind her ear.He lowered his head

he added “I have always heard small talks about the unification, but I never saw it coming through, I believe it is that son of the late Frank. The tyrant werewolf named Melnyk is behind the wheel of all this that is happening. Now it seems he is already making progress” Sir Steven said “We could have killed him when we had a chance” one of the King’s chiefs, whose name was Henry said “I was tired of losing my Men, I sent 3 fleets of Assassins to him, and he was able to kill all of them alongside that useless beta of his” Sir Erik replied.

Happy to see James was alone behind his desk. He stood up when she walked in and gave a warm smile. Clara couldn't tell if he felt guilty or not, but had a feeling he was shouldering a lot of the blame for the outcast attack. She didn't think he deserved that and gave him a small smile back before they both sat down. "How are you feeling?" "Better," Clara replied. "Any luck finding the lone wolf?" "Not yet," James said. "We're trying to figure out what pack he's from, but so far the description hasn't fit any released wolves."

All of them reeked of despair. Xareth’s cloak shifted as he pulled something out, the small obsidian vase etched with crimson runes. My heart dropped. “Get me the Heartstone,” he said flatly. And before I could resist, my wolf surged forward. I was no longer in control. She moved like a shadow, slipping into the nearest cage. The man inside barely had time to scream before she pounced. Her claws ripped into his chest. Blood gushed as she dug through bone and flesh, until a flickering yellow gem was torn free.

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

Someone shouting. Cole’s eyes went sharp. “That wasn’t rogues.” Decker’s head lifted. Another crash. Closer this time. Garrick’s voice shouted from the hallway. “Contact!” Then the scent hit. Not rogue. Pack wolves. Decker could distinguish what pack, but he knew they were from one of his allies. Decker’s eyes went cold. “Assassins.” They came fast. 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.

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.

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

Metal clashed—ringing sharp in the hush. “Who sent you?” I demanded, thrusting low. He dodged. Another thrust whistled past as he lunged, misjudging my speed. He barreled into my shoulder. Pain flared. I stumbled. Floor met my palm. Never stay down. From the low I kicked out. My foot caught his knee; bone snapped—he gasped and shifted backward, hissed. Perfect moment. I spun, cuffs clattering to ground. My wolf scent surged. The assassin faltered—eyes widening.