Fantasy Assassin Novels Novels & Stories

“You’ll see when you have your own kids.” Jaxon pats his back with a commiserating smile. “I feel your pain, Savage. It’s hard being away from Mal. Especially now that she’s pregnant.” “Are all of you married?” I ask curiously. Believe it or not, it’s rare for an Assassin to be married. It seems that the New York branch is the exception to the rule. None of Logan’s men are married or mine. It’s unusual.

My mind betrayed me, instantly conjuring the image: the cold glass against my front, the humid heat of his body at my back, and the terrifyingly beautiful contrast of the two. I felt my nipples harden against the thin silk of my dress, Every filthy detail sent throbs straight to my clit, making my toes curl inside my designer heels He shifted closer, his chest brushing my shoulder. "I can smell you, Fiesty. You smell like jasmine and... want. It’s driving me mad. I want to taste every inch of your neck while I’ve got your wrists locked behind your back. I want to hear that little hitch in your breath turn into a scream, and I want you to scream my name until your voice cracks, just so everyo

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

“Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.” He seemed to finally be saying the things that were bubbling up inside him. The things that I kept cutting him off from saying. That, or he was trying to throw me off, use a trick to try to gain my trust and confidence. It wouldn’t work. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Have you heard of The Silent Assassin? He went by many names.” His head shifted so that he looked over his shoulder.

Damn bitches. "You never cease to surprise me on how you can enter my apartment without any sounds." I said when I felt Ayu's presence behind me. "I'm an assassin." She said smugly, stating the fact and sat on the edge of my bed. "So are you sure you don't want me to help you with your target?" "I'm fine." I said and turned around to face her. "Don't you have your own target to kill?" "I'm already done." She said with a shrug and lay down on my bed. My eyes widened and I immediately pulled her up. "Hey!"

The assassins stepped backward butCassian attacked. His claws tore through the first man’s chest and the assassin dropped before he could scream. The second man tried to run but Cassian caught him by the throat. “You came into my home.” He slammed the man into the floor, his bones cracked. The assassin stopped moving and the last man rushed toward Nyra again. Before Cassian could reach him, arrows flew through the hallway and one struck the assassin’s leg. Another pierced his shoulder and the man collapsed. More warriors rushed inside and their armor carried the mark of Shadowfang.

He’s even smiling after he’s dead. Arthur looked at the man who had now left before him, then at the second floor, and in the end, at Mackenzie, who was now sitting next to him. He laughed while scowling, “Are you like what they show in fantasy novels? Like those assassins who manage to swing their blades so quickly that they can take someone’s head off without the victim realizing?” Mackenzie smiled and gently shook his head. “Everything you read in novels is lies, so you shouldn’t believe in them.”

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

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