Assassin Wolf Novels & Stories

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

CHAPTER 3: OF DEATH AND A NEW BIRTH (THE WOLF BARES ITS FANGS) That night 7 Camelon assassins laid lifeless on the floor. Samson looked at their bodies lying amidst the bloody corpses of his guards and he spoke, "Take their heads off and throw away the bodies. I will pay the king a visit tomorrow. I think it's high time I showed them who…" He stopped talking as he looked down to see the blessed sword sticking out of his chest- dripping with his own blood. Behind him was Ironbath on his knees with his sword stuck in Sarumi's heart from behind.

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

Even if she wasn’t banished it could possibly be that we exiled someone she cared for. I had been reading nearly fourty or so minutes when Paul came in. His expression looked a bit concerned. Worried I asked him, “ What if anything could you find out?” “ I found out a few things that are a bit odd and concerning. It turns out the pack they are registering is called Ash Wood and has many supernaturals not just Werewolves. They also have many Spell-casters, Vampires and even have Hunters in their so called pack!”

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.

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.

Aleister POV As if I was floating, I watched the coolest looking black wolf running. Every time the light caught it, grey and silver shinned brightly. He’s the fastest wolf I’ve ever seen. Graceful, poised, everything a wolf would want to be. That’s me. I am that magnificent wolf. But who is that up ahead? The most beautiful golden wolf. Quickly big wolf, catch her. I was awoken from my delightful dream by the cold and wet feeling of water. Shooting up I growled and looked around until I was met with the laughing faces of Liam and Leon.

He took a deep breath and turned to see five masked men in black silk uniforms standing right in front of them. Zayn's heart missed a beat recognizing the uniform they were wearing. "The Assassin Wolves" slipped from his lips even before he could think of stopping himself. 'The Assassin Wolves' was a notorious group in the west that kings of many kingdoms had tried to eradicate from existence but somehow the name rises again. It was a group of powerful werewolves, all members are alphas, who get paid handsomely to assassinate politicians and royal leaders. No one ever escaped an attack from them. Not even the king of a kingdom that was rich in beverages years ago, King Nathan.

Its fangs brushed against my cloth and flesh. Its eyes looked into my eyes--yellow, intelligent, full of hate. Not madness. Not feral frenzy. This one wasn’t just some wild thing wandering in for a fight. This was an assassin. Blood poured from my side as I summoned my claws and struck. My first swipe met empty air. It was fast. Too fast. Trained. Whoever had sent this wolf hadn’t just sent a killer—they’d sent a message. I gritted my teeth and fought. Every strike cost me, every breath was agony. My vision swam, the edges going gray, but I refused to fall. Azaria’s face anchored me. Her voice in my memory—strong, stubborn, warm—kept me moving.