Assassins Pride Season 2 Novels & Stories

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."

She immediately corrected herself, “You’re just a kid. I won’t lower myself to your standards. She shifted her eyes to Sebastian again, “Master Sebastian, I only ordered someone to assassinate Sabrina and the little princess last week because we were enemies. It was either kill or be killed. Hence, I employed all possible methods to secure my victory. The man who tried to assassinate your wife and daughter is in your hands now. You can do whatever you want with him. I will not say a single word even if you kill.” The man who was knocked to the ground howled in despair at her words, “Jade Sullivan, you evil woman! You’re so ruthless, you evil woman, even after I die, I will come back as a gho

He lunged upward, wolf claws extending from his hands as he shredded the throat of the nearest assassin. The assassin reacted fast, narrowly dodging a fatal blow, but Avery still tore through his flesh. The scent of fresh blood hit the air like a match to dry grass. The suppressed killing intent of the attackers surged, their pheromones flooding the street in a wave of cold aggression. "Bang!" The carriage door was kicked open, and Adelaide and Paisley burst out like twin bolts of lightning. Adelaide flicked her wrist, her whip tearing through the air and forcing back two assassins trying to flank her.

Even more blood fell with the rain. Just like that, 20 assassins from the Shadow Blade had all been wiped out. They didn't even manage to keep Ashton occupied for ten minutes. The deadly array trapping Ashton naturally dissipated. Ashton turned his gaze toward the direction of the Apex Arena and sneered. "It's finally time for the show to begin. This time, I'll be sure to make an even bigger killing." Wild ferocity and bloodlust surged through his eyes as he formed an even more flawless plan.

With a swift spin of her staff, she channeled her inner strength and unleashed a wave of searing light that pierced through the shrouded mist. The assassin recoiled, his form momentarily destabilized. Sensing an opportunity, Styria pressed her advantage, her blades striking with deadly precision. She danced with calculated grace, weaving between his defenses and delivering punishing blows. "You think you can extinguish our flames?" Styria taunted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "We are the sparks that ignite the fire of justice!" Meanwhile, Rey and Luna continued their seamless collaboration, their movements harmonized like a well-practiced symphony. Rey conjured swirling cyclones, man

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

In his whole life, he has only loved a woman like this so he will never let Assi disappear from him. When Assi woke up, she felt remorse when she saw that it was not Reikel next to her on the bed without clothes but Prince Karim. She felt like she was filthy because she had given herself to two men. And she promised herself that she would never drink alcohol again so that this mistake would not happen again.

Killian's roar shook the walls. From the darkness ahead, the priest answered, his voice tinged with disdain. "You think yourselves king and queen. But I am the hand of judgment. You've already lost." A fresh batch of assassins surrounded us in no time. Judging from their fighting finesse, I could tell that they were members of the Phoenix. I spun, cutting one assassin down, then another. Killian barreled through the line like a wolf tearing apart sheep. His fists were drenched in blood, his teeth bared. His violence was almost animalistic. He'd grown more than just feral lately.

Two months later Adrian : please don't kill me I'm pleading please don't kill me Assassin : sorry Prince but you don't have a say in this. He cocked the gun and pointed it at the blood stained prince and pointed it on his forehead. He staggered backwards but the two guys at his back kicked him so hard that he fell down and hit his forehead against the ground. They dragged him up and his blood flowed down from his forehead covering his left eye. The assassin gave him a blow with his fist and his mouth began to bleed.

"You're not cut out for this. And deep down you know it." Through the bond, I feel the brothers. Rage. They're listening. Watching from somewhere. "Stay out of it," I send through the bond. "I can handle this." "You're wrong about me," I say to Vivian. "I might be a rogue. Might be untrained. Might be in over my head. But I'm surviving. And I'll keep surviving. With or without your help." "Pride before survival. How noble." She examines her nails. "But pride doesn't stop assassins. Doesn't prevent attacks. Doesn't make you qualified to rule."