Assassin Wolf Novels & Stories

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

Kids' toys were scattered in the streets and on front porches, as if the pups had been scooped up and carried off in the middle of a game. Now that I’ve seen the wolf processing facilities that the human-led Brotherhood had installed underneath all the human-only communities, I have an idea of where they went, but at that time it was a mystery that I wanted to solve. Not sensing any rogues nearby, I sent my men off in different directions to find clues. And that’s when the assassins struck. We were surrounded from every exit point by warriors dressed as rogues moving with perfect precision and purpose. With only a couple of wolves left by my side, we were easily boxed in.

Alex took her gaze off the scope of the rifle she is holding after taking the shot that hit straightly towards the felon’s head. She then stood up and handed the rifle to Damon, who stood guard as she took her shot through the clerestory window at the empty utility deck of the building.

The man was actually telling the truth. "What pack do you belong to?" I asked him. "McCain," he replied, and I realised that we had been played. Someone must have wanted Gavin out of the way and not anticipated this outcome. The killings must have been staged to frame the werewolf packs, knowing that Gavin would kick against attacking the packs because of his rationality and our friendship, the person wanted him out of the way and decided to set him up? Karen and her friends had walked into a trap set by Marco. If it weren't for her abilities, they would have died. this man was a trained warrior wolf. One master hunter and two new hunters stood no chance against them. John Hunter wasn't lyin

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

Bloodshot eyes, finger pointing past Aaron’s shoulder. “What was what?” Aaron turned lazily. And stopped. A wolf stood at the edge of the undergrowth, having apparently materialized from nothing. Large — very large, larger than any dog, larger than anything that had any business being in a Vermont ravine in October. Black and grey, with eyes the color of winter sky. It had kicked Aaron’s empty beer can aside on its way out of the brush, and it stood looking at him with an expression that no domestic animal had any right to wear.

I spoke with a flat tone and watched the colour drain from his face and fear take over. “Kill him.” He shouted as he shifted into a muddy coloured brown wolf. One that was no match for my own. I ran straight for him, shifting mid air into Khaos' huge black wolf. One of the other wolves came at me from the side as Jack went in for my throat. Both were nothing, as I kicked my back legs out at the unknown rogue and heard the snapping of bones as I shattered his jaw. Followed by his yelp of pain. Jack, seeing that he wasn't going to get my throat veered left and jumped onto my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

The scent that hit me next made me aware that they were rogues and then the tattoo on their beast forehead showed they were assassin rogues. “We need to help him!” I told my wolf and she nodded. She jumped to the scene, her paws hitting the floor hard. And then Archer shifted as well. My wolf went for the first rogue she saw and then bit him in his flank and he groaned in pain. It was a big brown wolf - quite bigger than I was. However, he didn't scare me at all. Archer then attacked another rogue wolf, biting his belly and they both prowled at each other. Another dark wolf jumped at Archer and then bit the skin off his back, making Archer’s wolf growl in pain.