The Assassin Prince & His Hybrid Mga Nobela at Kwento

For ten years, I served the vampire prince Damon as his blood servant. The night I turned eighteen, he finally made me his woman. My dream come true. Except now I know the truth: I was just his practice run before he married into vampire nobility. "One more time." Damon’s voice echoed in the dark. His cold fingers gripped my chin, forcing my head up. My body was limp, and I was gasping against his chest. "I… I can't," I rasped.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

Assassins didn't do well with publicity. ​“What's wrong? Can't keep up?” His voice was laced with mockery as the car pulled up to the red carpet. The flashbulbs were blinding. ​“You wish,” I scolded. ​He chuckled coldly before stepping out of the car. The cameras began clicking furiously. To their surprise, he stretched forth his hand again. I placed mine in his, and the crowd went wild, curious to see the woman the terrifying Williams Carter was with.

He nods to Lynda as he enters and she presses the release button, unlocking the cell door. Kolby enters the cell and eyes the Princess that is hanging on display in front of him. His mind runs wild with all the things he could do to her and all the ways he could make her scream. Wanting to know what he was dealing with, whether she was a vampire, a werewolf or maybe even a hybrid of both, he walked over to his metal trolley and made it look like he had picked something up before walking over and stopping in front of her. By the quick flashes of red and gold in the Princess's eyes Kobly now knew that he was dealing with a hybrid and knowing that both Vampires and Werewolves were strong on the

The assassin had returned, his hand lifted the blade and was about to thrust it to Naya when another kick sent him flying to the tree. Felix stood up and glanced at Naya once before he started to chase the assassin again. When the assassin saw Felix, his eyes widened and turned red. Then after sending more spiky blades hidden from his clothes, he shifted to a black wolf and ran away to the woods. “Alpha Prince!” Max and Rhys called, stopping their prince. They spotted Naya and both frowned. Max, in particular, just like his prince, had a fair share of dislike towards people who always played innocent. When he saw Naya, he couldn’t help but feel suspicious.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

With the retired assassins still working in the background, I could have them continue to focus on finding leads in Cerathe on my wayward targets, while the active assassins cleared the way for the King’s men. Within an hour, I had documentation compiled with the new orders and fake tip. Satisfied with what I had worked up, I sent it out via email to all of the handlers in the guild. I knew without a doubt they would get to work, sending assassins en masse to the border. I bristled a bit at having to falsify a tip from the Priestess circle, but I couldn’t afford anymore pushback from within the guild. Even with the dossier against Rory Stevens, it had been a battle to bring the guild to heel

Her elegant features are top-notch, not only was familiar but also, it was similar to a certain someone, and that someone was none other than the princess. Crown prince Vion Caius Devion - is the most sought after bachelor in town. He excels in everything, a subject of perfection, a young prodigy. That's why 2nd Prince Lewis admired him. He is believed to be the next heir to the throne as he was the eldest and he is better in many way than his brothers. 3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

Kiara said smiling, she lowered her gaze not looking at Madeline who gave her a warm welcoming smile, having been excited to see the mystery girl who had caught the eyes of the hybrid king, I was the high king of this realm, being part wolf and part vampire, everyone knew that I was stronger than any vampire, and any wolf there was and there ever will be, they respected that and treated me as so, not that they had any other option, anyone who did dare challenge me ended up with his head off his shoulders, his heart staked, or shoved out of his chest. “Princess, you’ve had a long evening, let me show you to your chamber” I said softly, putting my hand on the small of her back, the princess te