Assassin Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

She placed the palms of her hands on his face, down the light stubble that coated his tanned skin. "It's just rumors, stories told in his pack to frighten them all into submission." Isaiah replied, his voice notably stronger. With a small smile that spoke of gentle affection, he removed Mera's hands from her face and placed them against his lips. Once they were no longer touching, that shadow fell back over his eyes and the worry continued to creep in. "There were three who were able to give me some insight, though the details change from person to person. The assassin is a white wolf, one with the ability to resist abilities. Another said she has the ability to steal abilities, but I find t

Not as a killer. As a wolf.

With one sharp kick, he knocked the blade straight from Black Wolf's hand. Black Wolf's heart sank. "You were faking sleep?" Andrew smirked. "What do you think?" From the other side of the bed, Aspen suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs, "Intruder! Someone grab the assassin!" Black Wolf cursed. "You filthy pair! I swear, I'm gonna kill you both myself!" According to the second rule of the assassin's code, you should not stick around if you missed your first strike. Instead, you had to retreat to ensure survival and live to strike again.

I landed on all fours, massive and gleaming, roaring into the assassins who were coming our way. Wolves froze for a second to admire Nirvana. A masked assassin lunged from the left, his silver blade glinting against the moonlight aimed for Rozen’s spine. I moved without thinking. My jaws closed around his arm, shattering its bones. His scream was cut off as I slammed him into the stone and crushed his throat with my fangs. Blood coated my entire mouth as I leisurely drank it all. Rozen shifted beside me into his enormous wolf with black fur streaked with molten gold and eyes burning like blood.

there fear stricken and unable to move, he began to pull his sword from it's holster, his intent of my death clear on his face. He walked closer to me and began to swing the violent weapon, all I could do was close my eyes and let death take me. Then a loud piercing howl broke through the night and a large all black wolf, his eyes red with rage leaped through the brush and onto the knight knocking him off his feet as he dropped the sword some distance from him, the wolf on top of him snarled and sank it's teeth into the thigh of the menacing soldier, he screamed out in pain then cast a spell on the wolf, sending it flying through the air and into the tree right next to me, the wolf quickly

I press forward. A flash of memory hits me—Bailey, smiling in the snow. Maxwell’s hand on mine. The pack bowing beneath moonlight. I lock those images in my heart like armor. The assassin lunges for my throat. I shift. My wolf explodes out of me in a rush of dark smoke and teeth. Nyx is fury, grace, and vengeance wrapped in muscle. She barrels into the assassin, slamming her to the ground. The rogue screams once, then goes silent beneath my fangs.

I didn’t care if his arm was dislocated—a wound he got from his escape. "Please, Alpha, we tried our best, but we were surrounded. We thought we had escaped to hide in the shadows and attack again, but ‘ka’al’ saw us. Rygan saw them; that was their excuse for leaving my most prized wolf in their possession. I was more than pissed. “Tell me everything,” I snarled. “The seer was right; she had fully matured into a wolf, the most magnificent creature I’d ever encountered. Never had I seen a female so majestic; she reminded me of the shadow wolves,” my assassin says.