Assassin Wolf Mga Nobela at Kwento

His speed improved significantly, the wolf quickly gaining on the figure that ran ahead. Joshua and the rest of the guards were not in wolf form, but they quickly caught up on the Alpha's trail, and followed closely behind. As Ash became closer and closer to the escaping suspect, Asher was shocked to find that it was a human form, running on two feet, and yet, it was almost as if the feet did not touch the ground. Ash growled again as the figure's scent entered his nostrils. It wasn't human. Their sweat carried the stench of a coffin, or a very stuffy cave, and Asher's suspicions were confirmed. It was a vampire. Specifically, an assassin. They were specially trained to kill and escape.

Nana stuttered, trying to make Emily change her mind. Nathan smirked, satisfied with Emily's impression. He sure has trained her well. Then off you go. I expect your return in 72 hours. Again, every lip went what? They murmured. Everyone was shocked because Wolf was the name of a cartel who is known in the wild world for his brutality, and just like Nathan, he was ruthless. He is an assassin. He is the only guy every rotten government calls to clean up their mess. In short, he is a dead man. No one has ever crossed his part to tell the story.

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass

"Anyway, the White Wolf's soldiers assigned for the operation later are Team, Simon, Seth, his girlfriend Rose Brandon and her brother, Ash Brandon." "I'm guessing the gay Wolf soldier you're talking about is this Ash?" Alexander said as he went through this Ash profile. White skin and red lips. What a perfect combination! Plus this man had an amazing muscles, abs, and well-built perfectly for him. Not to mention his name is incredibly sexy in his lips. Oh, after five years, he is so going to have so much fun later.

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c

’ Then we both spot him across the battlefield, the huge, stark white and silver wolf of Alpha King Cassian, charging into battle toward another wolf we can’t mistake for any other: the jet-black fur of the enemy, Assanan. Everyone in the battle seems to freeze mid-fight just to watch these two lock jaws. My Alpha King’s moves are swift and cunning, and I know they’d quickly dispatch just about anyone else, but Assanan seems to anticipate his moves to counter them. Assanan makes mistakes, though. His offense is lacking. He snaps out with his jaws without taking a moment to aim or making sure his timing is right. He’s good at defense, but there’s no way he’ll cause any harm to my Alpha King.

He looks like one of ours. That is the worst part. Same jacket. Same boots. Same relaxed walk like he belongs here. Like he has walked these halls a thousand times. But his steps are too quiet. His heart is wrong. Steady. Trained. Cold. My wolf surges. “That is not ours,” he snarls. “I know,” I whisper back. The assassin turns his head slightly, just enough to see me. He smiles. Not wide. Not cruel. Professional. “So you felt it,” he says softly. “I wondered who would.”

The hall still rang with echoes of violence. The scent of blood clung to the marble floors like a stain that could never truly be scrubbed away. Wolves in their fine suits shifted uncomfortably, their eyes flickering between the sprawled bodies of the assassins and me. My pulse thundered in my ears, yet the one moment replaying itself again and again wasn’t the fight. It was that wolf. The assassin who should have slit my throat instead dropped to one knee before me. His head bowed as if I were someone… something… worthy of reverence.

Their wolves were all silver in color and we knew immediately that they were the assassin pack. The assassin pack is a pack of wolves whose insignia are their silver-coloured and they are usually hired to fight for people who need their help. Now I don’t even think Leon would have the balls to do this much but I would not entirely put it past him. Augustus had too big of an ego to do this so who would have sent them? I knew the answer would not just come so we need to at least catch one of them and find out from him or her. “The assassin pack, why on earth are we being hunted by the assassin pack

I hissed, extending my claws. The assassin had a few-second head start. The faint smell of blood filled the air. He or she was wounded, but not as severely as I hoped. Still, I was certain I could outrun that fucker. Unfortunately, this little cunt still had bullets left. More shots came my way, but I only needed to run between trees to avoid them. As I got closer, I could see whom I was dealing with more clearly: definitely a male wolf, not too tall but brawny. Finally, he tossed his gun away. I guess those bullets were out. I smirked, roaring as I sped up even more. I was moments away from catching him when suddenly, he was gone, as if he had vanished into the fucking air!