Novel & Cerita The Assassin Prince & His Hybrid

......Now...... "A member of the assassin wolves I pushed off the cliff. I remember now" Zayn told Allegra who gasped and turned her eyes from him. She embraced her knees and tried to hold the tears in her eyes, "Did he hear him? He's going to claim all the kingdoms as his and that would surely lead to war. Aurora might die, I'm scared but, can he even stand a chance against all the kingdoms of our world" "He got this army of supernatural consisting of hundreds of thousands of vampires and werewolves behind him. Most especially, he is a hybrid and got the detective's wife with him too" Zayn to her and Kimberly lifted her red eyes which were producing heavy tears already,

There was just one person who used a shape-changing peacock fan as a weapon. "You are Savage Lord," she whispered in shock and he nodded, looking carefree. "Yeah, that's me. And one more thing, that Olmpha that you detest, she's my mate. And before you start trying to understand why it's so, let me reveal more truths to you. That average-looking Phoenix guy at the competition, that's me. And yes, I'm a hybrid, a perfect one!" "What?" her voice had become shaky. The little kid that she couldn't kill back then had turned out to be a perfect hybrid. Now he was here with her as the dreaded first prince of the light wiz kingdom.

Everyone held their breath. When the smoke cleared, the assassin stood untouched and smiling. “Cute,” he said. “But pointless.” Ariadne’s jaw clenched with fury. “You are corrupted by something unnatural.” The assassin nodded. “Yes. A gift I accepted.” The Moon King finally stepped forward, expression colder than silver. His voice cut like a blade. “You are not from any Empire.” The assassin gave a small bow. “Correct.” “You are not Prime-born.” Another bow. “Correct again.”

"The Prince’s venom would have turned them into husks by sunrise. Maya was the only one with the strength to stop it." "Strength? Or subversion?" Hakan sneered. He turned to me, his eyes milky with cataracts but sharp with malice. "Tell us, hybrid. If you are one of us, why does the Vampire Prince carry a vial of your essence? Why does he toast to your name at our borders?" The room went deathly quiet.

he snarls. The blade swings toward my throat. I drop, rolling desperately, feeling the sword whistle past where my head was a second ago. My hand closes around the dropped knife. The assassin raises his sword for another strike… And then he’s not there anymore. Something massive and black crashes into him with bone-shattering force, sending him flying across the corridor. Alistair. He’s in partial shift, that terrifying hybrid form where he’s still mostly human but his wolf’s power radiates from every movement. His eyes glow with predatory fury.

She loved the people with her whole heart and knew since her parents first brought her to the castle that this was where she felt most at home. Being a hybrid, and a royal one at that, gave Belle an advantage as she was much stronger than your average wolf or faerie. However, she wasn’t ignorant to the fact that faeries from other realms only believed in ‘pure bloods’ ruling. Which is why Belle was presuming she had been called to this meeting. King Eryek and his son, Prince Layke, were ‘pure bloods’ and having their support would make Belle’s life as Queen much less complex. Initially, Belle had worried about becoming Queen, especially if she had taken a werewolf mate. But she had already t

Bandit was a cute guy; he was huge with a buzz cut, and with his dark Italian looks, he was every girl's dream man, but with the news I just got today and Aidan's maddening obsession over me, I was not willing to even entertain the idea. I made my way to the changing room, cursing myself for not following the back exit as I struggled to walk through the sea of gyrating people. I quickly changed and stepped in front of the mirror to do my smoky makeup before applying multiple layers of watermelon lipgloss. I paused to look at my eyes. It took me a while to get used to looking at them. I had segmental heterochromia; both eyes were green, but my left iris had a dusting of gold at the bottom.

She shifts in her seat, her being overweight and full of curves might be exciting for her mates, but it’s still annoying sometimes. She’s five-six, with an oval face and wide bow-shaped lips and a small straight nose. She takes a breath, and sighs. She remembers she’s the head of the Assassin’s Guild of England. The Boss. She has her mates either side of her, Asher and Malachi Wild, heirs to the vampire throne of England, and their father the King is sitting at the table with them. Crow won’t be able to hurt her if he tries. He doesn’t seem interested in hurting her, she glances at her men.

The assassin who attacked Keisha who wore white clothes to stain himself with the blood of the people he killed was standing in front of Shadow now. "So you're working for Sebastian?" he asked with a scoff and the assassin's eyebrows rose. He let go of Shadow's chin and scratched his head. "I'm here to kill him," Daimon uttered with a grunt and Shadow's eyes widened. The man bent down and sighed as he stared at his face again. "I have nothing to do with him…" Shadow grabbed his chains. "Let me out of this prison and you would never hear a word from me," he offered and the assassin chuckled with his boldness. From the looks of Shadow, he has been deprived of food and water, and completely bea