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.”

A shadow slipped through the ruins like a whisper Moving fast. Moving unseen. But Lyla was waiting. And the moment the assassin’s blade sliced toward her throat She moved. Faster than even she had expected. Faster than the assassin could react. Her hand caught the blade, shadows curling around her like a living thing. The assassin’s eyes went wide. Lyla smiled slow, merciless. “You took too long.” And then She struck. The assassin’s body hit the ground, blood pooling at Lyla’s feet. She exhaled slowly, wiping the crimson from her fingers.

Lyra said, her voice a low, lethal whisper. She snapped her fingers. The "Null-Anchor" didn't just break; it reversed. The gray light was turned into a violent, violet shockwave that exploded outward. The four assassins were incinerated instantly, their black glass masks shattering into a million pieces. Vane was thrown back, his cloak tattered, his parchment-skin smoking. He looked up at Lyra, who was standing over him, her shadow-wings unfurled to their full, thirty-foot span. She looked like the end of the world.

It was Connor. "Who are you?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing. She stood up, her gaze steady. "Evelyn Baker." She said out loud and proud. "What?" Connor exclaimed. He knew nothing of the organisation or it's runnings but he did know of the news that Evelyn baker, the evil assailant had finally been killed and everyone was finally at rest. And now this woman was Evelyn baker? He immediately sneakily brought out his recording pen and tapped on the cap, recording what she said. "Evelyn Baker? The assassin that's dead?"

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

LIAM'S POV "Do you know where this is from? Kaden asks as I'm immediately cripples with guilt on seeing the dagger. Seeing him pull it out I had recognized on sight but then I had my doubts about the whole thing and felt it should not be that way. She was dead, I made sure of it but why… Why now? Could it be that it is mainly mistaken? I asked myself but got no response… My wolf, scared just like I am as I pulled The dagger away from Kaden's clutch. I will examine it more closely… "Holy shit" I exclaim on seeing it clearly and closely…. It's not possible I try to console myself but then there's no way I could be mistaken… It's just as I had seen it. This dagger belongs to Kea, my previous as

Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move. Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul? I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind was too far gone in his green abyss to comprehend.

The weight of his past transgressions bore down on him, and a surge of determination overcame him. With a swift and resolute step forward, Rylan intercepted the assassin's attack. The blade found its mark, piercing through Rylan's form, and he crumpled to the ground, his body now a shield between Luna and the assassin. Luna, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, pivoted around to witness the sacrifice unfolding before her.

Kaze said, “No one knows how an assassin works better than you guys. You just need to take care of the assassins who go after the family.” He stayed quiet and waited patiently for a reply. A while later, the woman asked, “What family? Who are the assassins?” Kaze smiled. “The Frost family, or more precisely, the whole family plus the extended branches. As for the others, you can turn a blind eye. “The assassins are from Hades’ Hand. I don’t think I need to tell you who the leader is. After this, we are even.” “I understand.” After another cold reply, the woman hung up the phone.

"I...I don't understand why Warrior Seth did this. He...we only go after the bad people in the order, it's our principle." She was crying as she spoke, her head banging even more, her eyes swollen. Xavier pushed himself upwards and strode to the glass walls, leaning against it, his voice cold as steel, "You are either foolish or a liar. A principle? All the people assassinated over the past five years have been Alphas that were about to receive an important reward. And as soon as they are killed, their accounts get wiped, mysteriously." The weeping she-wolf started to shake her head frantically, her teeth sinking into her cheeks.