Assassins Lahaye Novels & Stories

“So beautiful and I’ve tainted you.” “Who was that?” I blurted in question, despite the fear slithering in my veins like poison. He tilts his head, his gaze shrouded in darkness. “Concerned?” Swallowing the lump forming in my throat, a spillage of truth in his words. “An assassin.” Lazarus answered, his hand falling. “Many people want me dead Ma Cherie, you are just another person added to the list.” I blinked, a speck of desolation flickering in his eyes that burned with ire. “Stay alert if you don’t want to be caught in the crossfire.”

Alex took her gaze off the scope of the rifle she is holding after taking the shot that hit straightly towards the felon’s head. She then stood up and handed the rifle to Damon, who stood guard as she took her shot through the clerestory window at the empty utility deck of the building.

“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

“Wow, I’ve never met someone from there before. Is it like the rumours? You know, the violence and hardship?” “Worse.” “What do you do for a living?” “Assassin…you’ve dropped your bread.” My eyes nearly fell out of my head as I stared at Lucien. I was sat with an assassin from the shadowlands. How was I still alive? They were known to be the most untrustworthy, lethal set of thugs connected to werewolves. He saw the fear ripple across my face and smirked. “Just remember I didn’t give you that filthy look when I found out you were a wanted criminal. We set off again at dawn.”

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

Vincent huffed. “We may not be friends but I know her. She won't. In fact, it is a taboo for her to do that.” There was a knock on the door and Saxton told whoever was at the other end to come in, it was Tessie. “The Mistress was able to develop the dark side of Layla but it had some side effects and is no different from a clone, she killed fifty two men– including her mate, at the Dark Mist Castle today.” “Things have gotten really interesting.”

He should have seen that coming for daring to ask a question when Hades hadn’t given orders. “Now that I have everyone’s attention,” Hades stands in the middle so we can all see him—but strangely, his eyes are on me. “The assassin for this job is Viper.” Everyone stills. Blood slowly drains from Jake’s face. I drop to my knees. “Alpha Hades—” “You’ve always been curious about the killers of your parents, right?” He has a small smirk on his face as he stares at me, and I ball my hands into fists. “And you’ve always wanted to be a full member of the Nameless.”

It was not just Kael being tested. It was all of them. Rowan’s voice cut through. “You broke my border. Killed my guards. There is no walking away from this.” The assassins shifted, preparing. The silver-haired leader sighed lightly. “Then we finish it quickly.” He lunged. The corridor exploded into motion. Steel flashed. Claws tore. The youngest assassin went down first, Lyra’s blade swift and merciless. Rowan slammed another into the stone wall. Kael clashed with the leader, their power colliding in a tight space.

I try to sound menacing as I say his name, but no matter how I say it, it comes out as a giggle. “Razor,” the other guy says loudly, and I hear his footsteps running towards me quickly. Propping myself up on another crate, I wait for the other guy to approach me. As he comes into view, I hop off the crate and keep a wide smile on my lips. “I am sorry, but Razor is unavailable at the moment. He’s busy.” I say in my smart-ass voice. The man looks me up and down, but I don’t take my eyes off his hands. “You have got to be kidding me,” the man laughs. “You are the Lycan King’s lead assassin? Aren’t you also his secretary?”

"Today we have witnessed a despicable attack on my son's mate. After looking at the evidence, I decided to sentence the assassin to death by decapitation. The witch will be executed at noon." I burst into cold laughter, my voice lacing with the roar rising in my chest. "What the fuck did any of you witness?! Assassin?! What kind of bullshit is this?!" Lya jumped to her feet. "I was attacked! I was the witness and the victim! How can you not believe me?" She used the same half-whining tone as before. Her cherry scent filled the room, and, for a moment, I caught myself savoring it. But, this time, my inner fury was stronger than the delight it brought.