Harry Potter Is An Assassin Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

One that would knock Harry off his feet, giving me the precious seconds of freedom I needed. “Tell me, Harry, how did it feel to lose your son, William?” His eyes widened. “What if I told you that you never lost it? That it was all Sheldon’s plan to punish you? Your son is alive!” Harry released his grip on my neck. Enough so that one arm knocked his arm to the side. I ran to the ground and grabbed the dagger. Harry lunged after me. In one movement, I turned, pushing the sword forward. I tilted it up, sliding it across his ribcage and straight toward his beating heart.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

How pathetic. I remember the first time I made her kill someone. A smirk forms on my lips as I recall the details of the encounter. It was a life or death situation, a kill or be killed. I felt my d**k twitch threatening to bust through my zipper. The sight of her being covered in blood with scratches and bruises all over her had me rock hard. I saw her innocence leave from her eyes as she cut the man's throat and began stabbing him repeatedly. That's when I found the perfect job for her, something that would actually make her useful. Since that day, she's become my personal assassin. A great one, too.

He couldn't get past it—couldn't let it go. In secret, he had already reached out to assassins, determined to have Sharon killed. As long as she was gone, his torment would finally end. Just yesterday, someone had accepted the contract. They told him they would come to Zachemaine and make contact. Elated, he had celebrated by drinking himself senseless. Once Sharon was dead, everything would return to the way it was. Suddenly, Harry sat up straight, a flicker of excitement flashing in his eyes. "You're the assassins I hired, aren't you?"

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

Elle really did take him down hard but she's no shifter and she's not my Head Enforcer. "Actually, she's a human assassin.” It's cruel of me to rub salt in his wound but I need to bring him down to Earth so he can tell me why he attacked. We've had a few rogues get close and several humans wander over our borders, but he's the first one to get so deep into our land and near anyone as precious as a female or pup.

I was jealous. Harlow pulled out the next plan in case the first one didn’t run smoothly. The men just watched her point at various spots on the map and nod occasionally. It was as if this was second nature to them. I understood that they were assassins, but I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that they were so ok with killing. I leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over my chest, and I just watched the scene. It was almost as if the werewolves weren’t even needed. They were going to take care of the situation. We were just the bait.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

His brown hair, tattoos, and lack of piercings gave him a different edge. “Yeah,” I said, matching his smirk. “The assassin.” “I’m Harry,” he added with a wink, and I scowled. “Wink at her again, and I’ll make sure you’ll never wink again in your life,” a voice I hadn’t heard in three hours cut through. I rolled my eyes to find Ace leaning casually against the wall, his gaze fixed on me. Zayn approached and hugged him briefly, which Ace returned, calm and collected. Breaking the hug, Ace introduced us. “Alexia, meet Zayn, second in command, and Harry, our best sniper.”

Their kiss was slow at first, a tentative exploration, but it quickly deepened, becoming something darker, hungrier. Selena gasped softly as his hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer. Her robe slipped further, pooling around her hips as his fingers traced the curve of her spine. He lifted her effortlessly, his grip firm and possessive, and carried her to the bed. The world outside faded into nothingness. Back at the Den The Den was chaos. Harry paced near the open tomb, his hand raking through his hair. “This doesn’t make any sense,” he muttered, his voice tight with frustration. “This place is warded, guarded—how the hell does a body just disappear?”