Assassins Pride Season 2 Novels & Stories

"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.

No one was willing to be caught up in the crossfire. Helena kept her eyes on him ignoring the commotion surrounding her while Griff instructed the surrounding men to stand down. Did I just do that? She couldn't believe it as she observed the moisture dripping down from his hair to his devilish eyes. Everyone abandoned her including Roselyn and Lexy and the room became dead silent with only two of them left inside. She didn't realise that she had committed a crime that warranted instant death and people had already assumed her fate. "Why are you angry?" he spoke for the first time, his chest rising up and down, as soon as the last person left.

"Oh, no, you don't, my friend. This is an Armani, and you just put a bullet into it." I launch forward as he tries to reload his gun, but I have him by the shirt. As I lift him in the air, he drops his gun and shouts out like a little girl for me to stop, "What the fuck are you, dude." "I told you the name is Sebastian." Just then, my rescue team comes in from all directions, and a battle for the ultimate power begins. Anastasia and Lilith take on the rest of the gang members. I watch as my beloved elegantly takes the man by the throat; as she wraps her fingers around his neck, her beautiful claws come out, and she snaps his neck.

Every strike, every dodge, every snap of fangs was a declaration: Blackwood would not fall, not today, not to assassins, not to traitors. Finally, with a coordinated lunge, Kade and Lena struck simultaneously, claws and fangs tearing into the master assassin. The cloak fell back, revealing a scarred face, eyes blazing with hatred and disbelief. The assassin’s body crumpled to the stone floor, defeated but alive—barely.

Assassins didn't do well with publicity. ​“What's wrong? Can't keep up?” His voice was laced with mockery as the car pulled up to the red carpet. The flashbulbs were blinding. ​“You wish,” I scolded. ​He chuckled coldly before stepping out of the car. The cameras began clicking furiously. To their surprise, he stretched forth his hand again. I placed mine in his, and the crowd went wild, curious to see the woman the terrifying Williams Carter was with.

Like he always had. “You don’t get her,” Adrian said calmly. “Not today.” The assassin cursed and lunged again. Kieran roared. Everything exploded at once. Hands. Shouts. Violence. But my eyes stayed on Adrian. “Adrian,” I said. “Move.” He looked back at me. And smiled. A real smile. Soft. Regretful. “I couldn’t,” he said quietly. The assassin was dragged away. Screaming. Fighting. It didn’t matter. Adrian staggered.

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

I take a step backwards, only then realising how precarious of a position I'm in. Being a dangerous assassin isn't as interesting as anyone would like it to be when you're trapped before a Luna whom you have just discovered to be linked to the Iraka League, unarmed and without a knife, and with your body stark naked beneath her husband's clothes. She could call her guards in and have them arrest me while even accusing me of something I would be innocent of, and I would have nothing to defend myself with.

All I know is something has happened that means I will never be the same person. Outside of the abandoned house, I sit on the wet grass, angry with my performance. The house has all but collapsed at my feet. She’s gone. Standing, I make my way over to my partner. The dry fall leaves crunch under the weight of my boots. The sounds of summer have long passed. Emptiness crowds the horizon. I’m Aiden Samuels, and I work for the Assassination Southern Squadron based out of Georgia. Someone probably had a good laugh when they realized we’d be called the A.S.S. The northern squadron has the better name and the better stats. It’s just a name with the type of money we’re making. Money is, after all,

Feelings were the weapon Shawn had used to destroy me from the inside out. "I don't... it's not about that," I snapped, my voice trembling. "It’s a predicament. A physical one." I spilled it. I told them everything—the tension that felt like a piano wire stretched to its breaking point, the 'punishment' he’d put me under, and the fact that he was currently waiting for me to break and beg. The silence on the other end of the line lasted exactly three seconds before both women erupted into laughter. "He told you to beg?" Cassie cackled. "Oh, he’s good. He’s very, very good. Raina, honey, if you want the meat that bad, just whisper the word. Pride doesn't give you orgasms."