Novel & Cerita Badass Female Assassin Books

I couldn’t seem to peal my eyes away from my mate as I watched him run through a few warmup exercises as the rest of his warriors filtered onto the field. The shrill sound of a whistle breaking through the silent morning air finally allowed me to tear my eyes away from him. I scanned the group as they lined up for their group warmup, my eyes catching sight of a lone she-wolf among the men. ‘Interesting’. Raina purred at the sight of her. She looked like an amazon, her long brown hair pulled back into a high pony, her tank top and shorts revealing coiled muscles along the length of her entire body. I hoped she would perform well, I wanted her for my crash course into assassin techniques. Wome

Jennifer warned, dipping her paws into his neck, making him wince in pain. "Unbelievable!" Adam gasped in disbelief. "Who would have thought that I'd be defeated by two women? Not me." He lit his eyes in shock while still on the ground. "In the Black Blood Wolf Pack, all the female wolves wanted to be my women, they all longed for me with no single consideration of attacking me." He frowned and jammed his teeth angrily.

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he says with a sly smile. “You know about my family,” I say as I place my glass down before I end up shattering it in my hand. “A fascinating history. An entire lineage of female assassins. They could write stories of you.” “Like you said, anonymity is our most powerful weapon, and like you, I use it well, just as the women before me did.” “Sadly it didn’t serve you well this time,” he says apologetically. “Haruspex would certainly disagree with you,” I say in a bored tone as I examine my nails.

If not for the fact that we used to be best friends, I would have strangled her to death. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" INSIGHT___ Born into the bloodlines of misery and power, pushed by the bloodlines cursed into being an assassin is no other than Daisy Vipers. Daisy Vipers, a badass princess of the vipers, is known as an undercover, the most dreadful assassin, but there is more to the beautiful new breed viper. What is it? Find out in the incredible release of Book 2. Coming soon!

I didn't remember what I was like before the accident, but I was sure I wasn't a flowery girl with hearts and unicorns spilling out of my eyes. From the guns and knives hanging on racks in my weapons place, I was definitely hardcore and gritty. Female assassins didn't wear dresses with sweetheart necklines or dinner dresses with pencil heels, not unless they were undercover and wanted to fool someone. No!

Third POV " Oh , it's because privacy is very important for assassins. They can't disclose their identities to anyone. But believe me, my captains are talented in every field," Brendon replied sarcastically. " Proceed with your introduction quickly," Brendon says and the next one gets up. " I'm an assassin too, I'm called a blood hunter." Another female captain, she was brunette with a slim figure, the trained body of assassins for escaping and running away. " I'm a Sniper, my codename is Blossom."

Author's POV Tension weighed heavy in the dimly lit underground chamber where the female assassin paced restlessly. Her boots tapped against the cold cement, the sound rhythmic and sharp, a stark contrast to the low murmurs coming from her team who gathered around a table littered with blueprints, maps, and surveillance photographs. The air was humid, suffocating, but none of them seemed to care. They were used to it—this kind of darkness, the stench of gunpowder and secrets.

my females weren’t a thing of myth, they weren’t a group of fighters following a leader in the woods to steal from rich people. They were highly skilled assassins that were always on standby to complete a job if I failed to do so. No matter what, the job had to be done. “Don’t take the piss.” I roar out, anger making my scrunch my stomach up…causing me to double over against the bed. “Runa?” He leans forward, concern edged in his eyes. He was being too nice to me, I needed him to be a bastard, I needed that reason to hate him…because right now the mate bond was crawling under my skin. Trying to weave its way into my thoughts.