Harry Potter Raised By Assassins Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

As Ishir shifts back to his human form, I help him sit up and Cedric gives him some water. When he relaxes and I see his body begin to heal itself, I look at him. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” I snarl. If they went after Ishir, they are dead. I'll kill them. He looks at me, sadness in his eyes. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” The end. This story will continue in Book 3: The Assassin coming late May, early June.

The next morning they woke us up with a big bang and they matched us all to an enormous bathroom. We were all stripped, and they bathed us and wore us white clothing. We were plenty, and I noticed we were of the same height, just a few were taller or shorter. And I know we were all 8 years old. After bathing us, they gave us food, but it was nothing like the delicious food aunt Mia gives us, so I didn’t eat it. After eating, they took us to an enormous hall, and we all sat there confused and lost. A lot of the boys were crying and asking for their mommy, but I had stopped crying the night before even though my back was in pain. Some men came, and they started talking to us. I found out that

I wished, with a sudden, sharp ache in my chest, that someone would actually look at me like that for real. I dropped my iPad and leaned into the chair, closing my eyes. The assassination attempt on my father earlier that evening had drained the last of my adrenaline I was tired. I was stressed. And more than anything, I was desperate to feel something other than terror. I thought back to the night before. I had been on my way to find Kenneth, fueled by my friends' advice to "attack," to take control, to make him beg. My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt.

I am not done asking him so he can't die yet. I stand up from sitting on the man's back when I am sure that he is already unconscious. Suddenly, my landline rang in the living room so I left the man lying on the floor and without haste, I walked into my house to answer the phone. He is unconscious so he can't escape from me. "Hello, Shanra? How are you?" the person on the other line immediately asked me even though I still didn't say 'hello' to him. "Are you checking if I'm still alive?" I quickly answered the man. The man I'm talking to is Henry. one of the BAS assassins and the person that envies me the most. He is the top one of those people who felt annoyed by my presence.

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c

It was the most beautiful, horrifying thing I’d ever seen. And God help me, I wanted to touch them. “You’re… you’re a vampire,” I whispered, my hand reaching out before I could stop myself. My fingers brushed his chin, my thumb ghosting over the edge of one sharp tooth. Marcus didn’t move. He let me touch him, his breath coming in hot, heavy drags. “I’m an assassin, Noah. I was raised to be a weapon. I’ve killed more people than you’ve had board meetings. And right now, every instinct I have is telling me to run before I ruin you.”

Almost like he was searching deep inside my soul. He finally looked me in the eye, taking a small sip of his coffee before he spoke. "This is Kayla." Michelle's head snapped to the side when he spoke. She made a harmless perusal of me one more time before looking at her father, while Mrs. Vee looked at me, then at him. Gabriel moved to stand behind Michelle. "Sweetie, this is Kayla." He set his coffee down only to place his hands on her shoulder, and they began to lightly massage. "And Kayla here is your new babysitter."

Mayari simply replied. "You haven't restored all of the energy you've lost." Helen explained, "You must go back to bed." Mayari nodded as a respond. And with the help of the fatigued that helplessly ache in her entire body, she immediately succumb to sleep once again. Meanwhile, at an abandoned house. "How could you fail?!" the hooded man roared in anger, "What kind of an assassin are you? I'll tell you what, you're a failure!". "Can you keep it down, I'm trying to rest here." Jim whined as a respond.

he adjusted his belt as we stepped out of the cell. "But then I heard rumors that two witches were using dark magic to pull the strings of this human's genetics and bring magic to the surface. I investigated and found Faye and Leona practicing the darker arts. I hid in the shadows so I could figure out who this warlock could be, and take care of them in one go." The Assassin's lips were now pursed together in irritation. "I traced every one of their calls until they got a call from Rowan asking for help from an incubus. Figuring I could take care of that problem as well, I followed, only to find that Brodrick was also here," he smiled. The Assassin led us up the stairs until we reached the b