The Assassin Prince & His Hybrid の小説・ストーリー

“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 family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

His hands were already shifting, fingernails lengthening into wicked claws as he hauled me behind the dubious shelter of a fallen log. Shadows exploded around us like dark flowers. Figures materialized from behind trees and rock formations, emerging from hiding spots so perfectly concealed I wondered how long they'd been waiting. They wore ash-gray armor that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, their faces completely covered by masks. They didn't smell like wolves. Not fully. Something darker, more primal and wrong laced their natural musk, the metallic tang of old blood. "Hybrids," Kai muttered, his golden eyes scanning our attackers with grim recognition. "Magical assassins. Som

He was smiling mischievously like he had achieved his aim and in an instant, I sprang up, and then hit my chest. As I tried to dig my finger into my throat to vomit, he made a sound with his tongue and then laughed out. This reaction caught me off guard but all I cared about was how I was going to get the content I had swallowed out of my system. “Stop acting like you’re tough, princess. It doesn’t suit you.” “Where is the antidote?” I turned to look at him. “There is no antidote,” he spread his arms wide. “I swear, I am going to kill you and…”

We drank to our fill, and started eating. “So, what happened with Valendor?” I asked. “What exactly did she say?” Scarlett sighed, dropping her spoke for a moment. I paused eating also, thankful that I had waited till she was almost done before asking. “Valendor said a lot of things, but she said that you're the Prince that was promised, the last of the White wolves, and the hybrid of the demon wolves.” Scarlett said, and my eyeballs widened. “I'm a hybrid?” I scoffed, and she nodded.

When I was fighting in the war that happened long ago, I was on edge of losing my life but the vampire king, Marcellus, Saved my life by making me a vampire. From then, I was a hybrid, part bloodthirsty vampire and part most powerful Wizard. I was the cruelest king in this entire universe. People read about me in books and there are a lot of stories about me, I wanted to see her reaction when she discovers about me and how I fed on people. It would be fun to watch, I thought. “Why do-do you want to drink my blood?” She asked in a low and shaky voice, My eyes moved to her lips for a second before I moved my eyes away from those kissable ones, “You’re a wizard right?” she asked with a confused

His thoughts were interrupted by Scorpion, but his eyes remained fixed outside. "We are not in the palace yet, and you are already being formal?" He sounded grim. "Whether or not we are there, certainty still holds, and am forever loyal to you". It was at that moment that he turned to face him and Scorpion's eyes went down after they beheld his. He didn't dare look at him, for the man he stood before was The prince, Nolan Armstrong I. He was back to himself, tọ his authoritative self. How? He used just one night to transform into the powerful man he used to be. The man that nobody was able to predict. What happened between him and the Royal ladies? Why did he suddenly change? Wait! Has he pl

my heart dropped to my stomach when she said her last sentence, and looking at Ezio, I saw that his own eyes were as wide as mine as Cassandra put Ariana down beside me, taking a step forward to stand in front of Killian “the daughter that you sold to the man that you knew was hurting her when she came pleading for help” Everyone around us gasped, and mutters of surprise started spreading around as she turned around “the daughter you despised for being a hybrid” “The daughter that you hated for being as caring as she was” she said, walking back toward us, avoiding looking at me or Ezio “and the daughter that you tried so hard to taint, but failed at every attempt of turning her into a power

Jude took a step toward her, his expression filled with cautious joy. "I never thought I'd see you again," he said, voice tinged with disbelief. Elle forced a smile, pushing down the weight of everything she had endured. "I didn’t know if I’d ever make it back." But something felt wrong. Her sharp eyes scanned the trees beyond the cove, searching for the source of her unease. The scent of something foreign lingered in the salty air—something predatory. Jude’s smile faltered. "Elle, what’s wrong?" Before she could answer, a shadow moved. A figure emerged from the tree line—a man, tall and unnervingly still. His golden eyes gleamed with eerie intent, his presence radiating a silent threat. A h

which then immediately attacked Prince Kim. Mutual attacks ensued, killing each other without mercy. There is no other choice for those trapped now. Prince Kim repels the sword of a disguised assassin, and instantly his sword breaks. The assassins who confronted Prince Kim were dumbfounded to see him, while the other assassins kept fighting the princes. Unfortunately they suffered the same fate that their swords were broken and lying on the floor. The four princes swiftly brought their swords to the necks of these four assassins.