Assassins Dishonored Novels & Stories

“Then, it must really be good because I care about you a lot.” Argent releases a relaxed chuckle and leans back on the chair’s backrest as he runs his gaze down my naked chest. “If we’re going to be together, you have to know, Pen. I’m not just a grunt who works for a government agency. I’m one of the top directors of an organization of Assassins. Some powerful people wish me ill, and you might be in danger of simply being with me. I’ll protect you, but I need you to know this because I don’t want you coming in blind. Right now, I’m on the hunt for a former friend who has betrayed me. I was searching for him the night that we met─ the night of the auction. I’ve known Sebastian for years, and

Mayari ignored Jim's remarks as she sat on the nearby chair and place her hand on the table that separated her from the elf. "I'm not here to say hi." she coldly stated. "Now start talking." "You're no fun." He sneered. "The truth is, I don't really know who's the mastermind of this case." "You're an assassin that is paid by an anonymous client." Mayari concluded. She knew the field very well. Jim was surprise that she was able to quickly grasp the situation. Nevertheless, she reached his expectation. "Yes." Jim nodded. "But judging by the amount of money he paid for the Royal Family's assassination and the very accurate information he have about the Royals, there is a high probability that

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

The man was smoking a thick stick of cigarette, and he let out a puff of smoke, his voice muffled by the mask. "So you are saying that Ophelia Storm isn't faking her amnesia?" The female nodded, clearing her throat. "Yes, Warrior. I had never seen her that afraid, and her husband believes that her attack was because of him." The man stared into the moonlight for a while, and then turned around, taking slow steps towards the female assassin who held her breath. Gently, he lifted the burning cigarette and pushed the butt into her skin, rolling it around slowly. "If you've made a mistake, and the order is exposed because of you, I will kill you, after I take out your weakness in front of you. W

I tapped his shoulder. He hesitated. “I just want to go play with something.” I said. He set me down and I limped over to the wall of knives and picked up a multicolored butterfly knife. I flipped it around, opening and closing it between my hands. “I need a new one of these. My old one is loose.” I flipped it closed and looked at Malachi, he was just staring at me in amazement. “What?” “I just forgot that you are a trained assassin. That’s all.”

“My lord, it’s all a lie! I’m just a thief—I scout for discarded goods. I never touched the queen, I never stabbed anyone—” “I never mentioned stabbing anyone. That detail was kept within the palace—only we knew about my slave’s wound.” The man froze, stammering. “I heard it somewhere! I’m not the assassin—I wasn’t sent by anyone! Besides, only some slave was hurt…” Syzar had heard enough. His fist connected with the man’s jaw. “You insolent bastard.” Punch after punch landed—bone cracked, blood sprayed. Syzar didn’t stop, lost in a rage that shocked even his betas into silence. His knuckles were stained crimson, his breaths ragged, until the man’s heart finally ceased beating.

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

Jaxon I hate leaving Maleah looking so sad, but there’s nothing I can do. This is who I am, and she will have to become accustomed to it. I’d love to tell her I’ll retire from the Confradia as I planned before. Unfortunately, I can’t. Logan and I are the only ones we trust to help maintain order between our people since there are too many doubts mounting within our ranks. Logan and I have noticed a lax in control between our leaders and have become distrustful of their motives. I guess a lot of it has to do with how the board handled the Kazik situation. There were too many questions and suspicions. The heads of the Confradia gave in too quickly to his demands, which created an irreparabl

I hiss through my teeth, pain exploding on my shoulder blades, but instead of releasing me, the asshole digs his nails deeper in my flesh. "Should I tell you a story?" He asks and I nod,tears overflowing from my eyes, he must have drawn blood because when he releases his hold, I feel sticky liquid dripping down my arms. "So you see, my name is Adrian, I'm an assassin, I was just a rogue, holding a grudge against Lance, your mate, or should I say your ex-mate, when I was approached by Belinda" He smirks but I roll my eyes

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea