The Assassin's Alpha Kings Novels & Stories

"You will not leave this hall alive." The assassins, led by Reuben and Abel, moved swiftly to protect the three kings and their families. But we were ready. Dean, Alec, Jared, and the other alphas shifted, their bodies contorted and growing as they assumed wolf forms. Their snarls filled the room, a symphony of impending doom.

“Eva?” “Yeah,” I snap. “You know—the executioner?” Silence. Long, painful silence. His eyes narrow. “What did you say?” I blink. “You deaf now too? Eva. Executioner. Black eyes, sword taller than she is. Kingsmate. That one.” The mage doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. “You mean to tell me,” he growls, voice barely human, “that the Alpha King’s mate is an executioner?” “Uh… yeah?” I say, shrugging. “Thought you knew. Honestly, I assumed that’s why you wanted her dead so badly.”

"All accept ksei, Noah Silverton as their King?" Noah knew he could be challenged for the throne any moment. Then he would have to fight and kill, only to land back at the dais, in front of the Elders of Vermiculo Pack. A pack Noah would be made Alpha of a day after. The coronation before the marking demonstrated that he was to be a King before an Alpha. And challenging the strongest werewolf on land would be folly, yet there was a moment of silence for anyone to arise one.

“They take the food out of their own people’s mouths. Everyone knows they’re tyrants. That's where you come in with your rogue-hunting skills. They're having a problem with the Olympic Howlers. I’ve persuaded Arnald to send you to their court to help them hunt down Rollo Seabrook and his ragtag band.” A chill shoots down my back. “But in reality … I’ll be hunting down these kings for you?” What he’s talking about is assassinating Alphas. And the most powerful Alphas around. Killing any Alpha is a suicide mission. “That’s an act of war, Dad. Do you want to start a pack war?”

" You think I didn't know that an assassin was sent to kill me? I know the scent of everyone that is working for me in this company but yours is different, who are you!?" Ashley fought to withdraw the hand from her neck but couldn't. She was no match for the alpha. However, her survival instinct kicked in, she tried kicking him at his dick but Frederick eluded her leg and constricted his hand on her neck more. Ashley toiled to breathe. She kicked, and fought, but nothing seemed to be working. She wanted to try one more skill which would work but doing it here would do nothing but convince Frederick more that she was an assassin therefore exposing her secrets and motives.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

Ezio: I watched as the pack members assembled upon seeing me, wanting to submit to me as an Alpha instead of Cassandra. “Why is she the Alpha?” A girl asked, looking down at her feet “the rules say that whoever kills the Alpha is in charge, why did you give up your position?” “I never came here to be an Alpha” I said, looking down at the child “Cassandra was Ryker’s mate, and believe it or not, I know that she would be better at this position than I ever would be”

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.

She told me she wasn’t sent to kill Alphas, but I’ve never heard of another Pack being in tact; each time I’ve been sent after an Alpha, they’ve been run down and all but ready to die. “I told you, he’s out and I’m here to make sure the little assassin doesn’t kill us all.” I recognise the voice as James, the guy who burst into the office and started spurting a load of crap about how I was going to kill everyone in their sleep. I kept my mouth shut because it's not like I haven’t done that before and the testosterone floating in the room felt like I was being wrapped in a gravity blanket, which was slightly suffocating and I was more than happy to run but now I have no choice but to face him