Assassination Plot Wow Classic Novels & Stories

Above the loading bay, the turrets stuttered to a halt as the localized signal died. "Target acquired," the lead Weaver’s voice buzzed, mechanically filtered. "The Anomaly is exposed. Engage active camouflage. Shred the vanguard. Leave the boy for the harvest." The assassins tapped the sides of their void-black armor. The air around them rippled, bending the light with violent force. The edges of their bodies blurred and folded inward, replaced by the unbroken image of the concrete wall behind them. They vanished. A massive, half-starved rogue lunged blindly forward. An invisible blade caught its throat. Arterial spray painted the empty air, briefly outlining the contour of a Weaver's forear

There was no need to confront him until I gathered enough evidence to take him out myself or report him to the Volturi. "I know what I'm doing, Samuel," I assure him. The throng of vamps at the entrance parted as we approached. I could hear their whispers and subtle ruminations about my decision to have the she-wolf. Not everyone was pleased I'd bought her, but again, not everyone would be pleased with everything I did no matter how good. "I feel like Jax has something to do with the latest assassination conspiracy. The she-wolf is his bait." Samuel's aqua-colored irises widened. I could feel the mental clocks clogging the puzzle into place. "No wonder he was pressing you so bad to attend th

Aiden took a deep breath, and his mother's face fell, while King Bruce sat with a darkened expression. "Don't think I'm unaware of your involvement in the assassination of my daughter and her soul mate. You were allowed to live all this time because I didn't have Seraphina with me. Not only are you involved in the assassination, but I also know that most of you are involved in the black market, selling unmated she-wolves and working directly with the hunters. I also know you were the ones who raped my General's mate." As she strode down the hall, he clasped his hands behind him.

I have been speechless all day, wondering how Gertrude figured her way out of the murder. It is now so clear that she has people working for her in every corner you turn. I had played this game before, and I lost. It's time to level the field before the times turn on me again. I am a wolf assassin, and I have been one for years. It's about time I started acting like one.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

And now only less than then assassins are left standing. One of the assassins took off its mask. It is a middle aged man. A man familiar to me. "El Morte," I said under my breath. It is the name of the guild. And the man who took of his mask is one of their first class assassins, Franco. I know him because we once fought but he escaped when he got severely injured. Didn't know he actually survived that. "Isn't it ironic? Werewolves are very strict when it comes to morality, and yet you are with an assassin from House of Spades?" Franco said playfully as his eyes drifted to me.

"Speak clearly and quickly before I burn your mind to ash." The assassin swallowed hard, his breath coming in terrified hitches as he stared into Kira's blazing irises. "High Envoy Tariq... never intended to fight you in the field... He left three shadow-weavers hidden inside the High Citadel... before his departure. They carry three vials of sun-root poison... heading for the central water reservoir tonight... Your city dies from within while you play soldier in the snow!" Cassian’s jaw set into hard, uncompromising iron. Without another word, he snapped the assassin's neck with a swift, cold twist of his wrist, dropping the lifeless body onto the snow.

VIPER Assassins shouldn’t breathe too loudly, or make loud footsteps that give their presence away, or make a single mistake that’ll definitely cost their lives. We’re fast, precise—just one lethal strike is enough to kill a target. I chant my usual mantra in my head, clutching my sword tightly as I attack a stupid scarecrow. “How long have you been here, Viper?” Emily asks as she approaches me. “You’re the most skilled already. What else do you want?”

Mort immediately put his cloak on the maiden and held her hand. They ran fast out of the venue and traverse down the red hallway. They were greeted by a horde of cold-blooded assassins. With a determined stare, Mort pulled the trigger with a reverberating bang. The enemy fell to his knees in shock as he clutched at his bleeding chest. He fired another bull-eye from the assassin's forehead whom they encountered in the hallway killing them instantly. Klauss and the others were firing against the assassins who were tailing them. "Fuck these annoying motherfuckers!" Lyric loudly curses as he almost got shot in the arm.