Assassins Lahaye Novels & Stories

His howl cut through the noise, and I stepped forward to the spot where he was. Three assassins were on Laziel at once. They were trained, cold, and quick. Laziel fought like a demon, defending and countering, but three against one is just too much. Someone knocked his legs out from under him, while the other slashed his shoulders with their sword which caused instant bleeding. He fell hard, and the sound he made made my chest ache.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

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

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

"Regarding the alliance treaty, we would like to offer you one of our maidens as a token of acceptance and submission to your will." Leo gestured to the shadows, and Lily emerged with her gaze fixed on the ground. "The first daughter of our pack, Azure," Leo said, parading Lily like a prized trophy. "She descends from a lineage of prominent pack healers." I abruptly stood up from my seat, my body trembling. All eyes turned to me as tears streamed down my cheeks. No. No—not her. Not Lily. I tried to speak, but no sound escaped, only the labored rise and fall of my chest. My heart clenched with pain as I rushed to my brother and collapsed at his feet, bowing my head low.

"How will an assassin defend herself when apprehended?" “And who said I am an assassin? I am the acting Luna, and you have assassins on your side." Freya stood up after taking a long breath. “Point your fingers at me as an assassin that I am, and I will take the councils to the group of assassins that work for you. What do you expect the Pack members to say? It may even attract the Priestess' attention, and all will end."

I didn’t kill her, but I ordered her death, so I am the person she’s been looking for all along. I killed Esther— Indirectly, but I am the killer. If it were Sadie, I’d have done the same, without knowing who she would become when she’s ripe to have a mate. Once confirmed, it becomes a battle with myself. It’s either I kill her, or I let myself be killed. The assassin hired to kill me is the weapon herself, and she doesn’t know it yet. It leaves me with one question... “Will she love you enough to spare your life, or will she put an end to us despite loving you?” Liam asks, the question that’s been running through my mind.

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

I readied myself, battle posture and hands already folded. Two minutes later, the notorious gang of assassins, hundred-win kill rate, known for being vicious and blah blah blah, were laying on the floor whining and moaning in pain. That was it. I shook my head as I crouched down to check the pockets of the assassins, whoever hired them must be someone I was very familiar with. As I searched the pocket of the assassins, I came across a moonlit lily, these flowers only grew in the supernatural world.