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

Still resting my head in his lap, I looked up at him once again, “How do you think I should do it? Black widow style, where I seduce him? Maybe poison his food or drink with silver powder? Or better yet, do it the old-fashioned way with a silver knife to the heart?” “Calm down, killer,” Rowan laughed, “we have to plan this out very carefully. We can't just rush into this, no matter how much we want to. I honestly think the best way to do it with him is the silver powder.” Sighing, as an assassin, we’re trained in all the death arts. I know of at least 100 ways to kill a man or werewolf. I loved doing it the old-fashioned way of killing them with my bare hands or just a really big and sharp s

His face was ghostly pale from being in the water too long, lips drained of all color. Shadow Reaper and Jay looked at each other and quietly backed off. “You sure you saw the boss jump into the river?” Shadow Blade asked Shadow Reaper. Their team had practically combed every inch of the river with no results. “I’m sure. I saw him jump with my own eyes. If we’d been even a second faster, we’d have pulled him out. Those damn Wicked Talon bastards—once we find the boss, I swear I’ll take them all on!” They had already confirmed that Wicked Talon—who usually stayed out of their way—was behind the assassination attempt on Atlas. The motive, however, remained unknown.

Boss…please kill me. Alexander stopped. He did not even look at Callie, who was still lying on the ground. Instead, he raised his hand and gently patted Ray's shoulder quietly. He took a few steps forward, slowly inspecting the bodies of the assassins. His eyes narrowed as he noticed the maple leaf tattoo on them. On the back of the assassins' neck was a maple leaf tattoo, the exclusive symbol of the Black Maple Organization. The last time this was seen was 30 years ago.

The room was almost totally dark, illuminated only by the light from the screen of Viola’s tablet. On the screen was Merikh’s face. They were going over the plans for the assassination order Viola had given. They had been watching Rashel and planning for days, waiting for the perfect time to strike.