Assassin Wolf Novels & Stories

she hummed and Lila looked concerned as she watched their prisoner's demeanor change. Azreal waved his hand toward Casper and spoke to the room, “this wolf is responsible for some disappearances that include the brother of Alpha Arzon LaFlare, more than twenty Omegas from various packs, and we fear a number of rouge children disappearing might also be connected,” he announced, and the place peppered itself with the displeasurable sounds of growling wolves. Azreal slammed his fist down on the desktop a few times to quiet the crowd before he spoke. “My assassin and hunters have discovered that not only is this scum responsible, but he has been selling them to members of a human faction called

My wolf screamed inside my mind. And suddenly my legs gave out. I collapsed to one knee. Cassian shouted, “Damon!” The assassin lifted the relic again. “This ends now.” Aria screamed from behind the barrier. “NO!” The baby cried again. The chamber pulsed violently. But the relic glowed brighter. I tried to stand. My body wouldn’t respond. The assassin swung the relic downward. And the energy struck me full force. Pain tore through every part of me. My wolf howled.

another cried. Xander’s jaw tightened. “We cut through. Now.” We ran. The corridor ahead collapsed into chaos. An assassin burst from a side passage, sword raised too slowly. Xander shifted mid-stride, his bones cracking, his fur exploding from skin as his wolf tore free in a blur of black and gold. He hit the man like a storm, jaws closing, his blood painting the walls. I shifted too. The world narrowed, sharpened. My wolf surged up and out, silver streaks blazing along my flank, my eyes burning red beneath the moonlight flooding the hall. The roar that tore from my chest shook the torches loose from their brackets.

His eyes were two burning suns of golden rage. He saw me on the floor. He saw the boot on my hand. He saw the needle inches from my neck. A sound tore from his throat that shook the glass walls of the penthouse. The assassin turned. He tried to raise the syringe as a weapon. He was too slow. Kaelen crossed the room in a blur of motion. He didn't shift into his wolf form. He didn't need to. The man was lethal enough. He tackled the assassin. They crashed into the wall with a sickening crunch of drywall and bone. The syringe flew across the room and skittered under the bed.

Too fast. He caught her wrist, twisted. Pain lanced up her arm. She slammed her knee into his ribs. He grunted. She broke free, scrambling toward the aisle. The assassin tackled her to the ground. A knife pressed to her throat. "You must be killed before you fully awaken," the assassin hissed. Her wolf surged. And then the doors burst open. A roar shook the shelves. Ragnar. He moved like a storm. Armorless, barefoot, shirt open. His eyes blazed molten gold. Claws erupted from his hands. He crossed the distance in seconds, tearing the assassin off her with a feral snarl.

At the same moment, the door opened wider behind me, and they followed. "I like what you've done with the place, minus the human, of course." The more curious of the wolves took stock in the training room as one mindless one focused on Elodie. I was too distracted by them to notice anything else, keeping my focus on anything that might seem odd. One slip-up of his word and his broken neck would act as payment. Damn the consequences. "Fetch me a bowl, won't you?" Aslan asked Alden as he rolled his eyes before returning with what was required.

Lexi managed to jump over me and side kicked the wolf away from me. It flies back only to be replaced with another. Diesel grabs one by the legs and whips it over his head. We watch Lexi grab one, wrapping her tiny arms around the neck and body slam it to the ground with a thud. Leaves and dirt spray the air from the impact. Damn, she is quick. But I have no time to enjoy watching my mate be a badass. More of these fuckers keep coming. Where are they coming from? Razor sees one go for Lexi’s back. He runs over and shoves the wolf causing it to fall down. Razor stomps his large paw on it, holding it down. He lowers his head, grabs a leg in his teeth so hard I hear a break, then rips the leg

I challenged her. "Okay fine, I'll tell you, AS stands for Assassination Society and as you can see from the name, they are the ones who are given assignments to assassinate someone and the ones who give them these assignments are their BIG SHOT client who wants their mess to be cleaned or enemy to be killed accidentally or in natural death without them being linked to that death," the woman began to explain everything to us. And I hate challenging her since she understands what AS is and what the aim of this group is.

Kane. Bleeding, limping. Alive. I raised the gun I’d hidden in my waistband. He smirked. “Thought you’d run without saying goodbye?” “You don’t get goodbyes,” I said. “You think she’ll let you live?” “She won’t find me.” He stepped closer. “She’ll track you. She’s a wolf, Rosa.” “And you’re a corpse.” I pulled the trigger. Empty. He laughed. “Safety was on.” He lunged.

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.