Assassins Pride Season 2 Novels & Stories

With a swift motion, he crushed the dagger in his grip and seized the attacker by the throat. The assassin’s expression was one of utter shock. “Who are you? Who sent you?” Dustin growled. The assassin’s murderous intent had given him away long before the strike. The assassin did not give in. Instead, he drew another blade and lunged again. Dustin narrowed his eyes and with a single motion, he snapped the man’s neck. “My Liege! Allison has been attacked. She’s injured,” another Hell Guard hurriedly said. “And Mrs. Swift has been targeted as well...”

Chapter 84 ETHAN'S POV * * * I shivered slightly watching the TV. In the next instant, a cold sweat covered me. What the hell was happening? Who were the two assassins that had struck and killed Simon despite the heavy guarding of the residence? Also coupled with the fact that these assassins were able to escape almost immediately after killing Simon. They were fearless and took action two days after we managed to kill James. They used the moment of tension to cause another tension. What could this be implying?

His blade caught the second assassin across the chest, spraying blood in an arc of silver-edged death. Azric shimmered into view behind the fountain, eyes glowing, power crackling around him like an electrical storm looking for someone to murder. “You left the suite,” he growled inside my mind, his voice like thunder barely restrained. “I needed air,” I croaked, blood dripping from my lip. “You almost got killed.” “I noticed.” Sevrin kicked one of the assassins down hard, pressing his boot to the man’s throat. “How many more of these snakes do they have?”

Next to them, seated in their own section, were middle-aged ladies who were singing loudly and spraying dollar bills on the ass of a black woman straddling and twerking on one of the brunette. We reached our section, and I knew that because we were suddenly facing two women who looked like they were way past tipsy with how loudly they were singing. Immediately, they realized they had an audience. They stopped and screamed once they saw Dee. "Oh Em Geee, you came!" One of them, a black woman with a blinding white smile, screamed. She tugged Dee down to the chair and I tensed. I wondered if they knew she was pregnant. I was not so sure though, considering with what just happened.

His scream choked off in his throat before he fell face-first into the sand, twitching once, then still. Silence… Only one remained. … The Assassin leader cracked his neck slowly, the sound echoing like breaking timber. He flexed his wrists, hopped lightly on his toes. His boots dragged across the sand as his eyes burned with hatred. The crowd stirred. Anana’s white gaze locked on him. The duel began. The leader struck first. He was fast… faster than the assassins before him. His blades gleamed as they darted and sliced. He struck from the left, from the right, overhead, underhand. His body moved with a predator’s grace, venom dripping from his steel claws.

Kiara grabbed them by their hair and took their black veil off . " You are the famous assassins ! If you didn't try to hit my brother and the prince maybe I would have forgiven you but since you behaved like some shitty guys , you leave me with no choice but to be extra mean to you . " said Kiara with a smile . " Wasn't this enough ?! " said another assassins . " This is far from enough cause I didn't have fun while fighting . Now , you shall compensate for this loss with a nice tatto on your ugly faces . " said Kiara with a smirk .

Ayesha ducked, firing back, taking out two guards. Priya hesitated. For one second—**just one second—**she didn’t raise her gun. And in that moment, Ayesha made her move. She lunged forward, grabbing Priya’s wrist, twisting the gun from her grip. Priya fought back, but Ayesha was stronger. Faster. And this time? She wasn’t holding back. The two of them crashed to the ground. Ayesha pinned her down, breathing hard. "Fight for yourself," she hissed.

But right now, I did know that Aspin had to die. I kicked his chest and pulled my wrist from his grasp. He tried to hold on tightly, but I twisted and kicked at his head, hoping he would let go. My foot made contact with his head and he grunted. I panted heavily, adrenaline now pumping through my veins like a heard of horses. I was hoping that when he recovered, he would be in fear. That he would see the monster I was and realize he had made a mistake. But in the end he just laughed, dark and manically. He laid out of the ground, his face in his hands. The sight was truly unsettling. I could feel the unease crawl through my body, making me itch under my uniform. This bastard was no ordinary

I will be the only one who is number one. "Anyway, sir, do you still need to clarify what the Assassination Society is and why we were being pursued by them?" I questioned Dum regarding AS. Dum's demeanor changed to serious after hearing my question, and he did not respond right away. "Sir?" I say again, waiting for his response. I mean, I know what AS is, but I was wondering how he found out about it and how our attacker informed him about it while they were battling. Dum groaned in front of me, troubled eyes on me, "do you really want to know? I mean, you don't need to know about it," Dum questioned.

"You were. Kill him" At the command of the leader, one of the assassins pulled a silver dagger and rushed at Zayn who tried to block him weakly. He thrust the dagger into Zayn's side causing him to growl loudly. The pain was so excruciating that his claws were forced out... The Banished Prince stabbed it into the side of his attacker as well and flipped him over the cliff with the last strength left in him. The loud cry of the man was heard as he fell off and it died slowly until nothing was heard by anyone.