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“Nina?” “An ancient assassin, she was killed based on Ryker’s orders after a trick that we pulled on her after she had lost her mind to her revenge. Regardless of the training that she once got, seeing Ryker in front of her almost every day made her lose her senses in wanting to get him killed regardless of the cost, and that would have cost my or Ezio’s lives” I said, explaining the situation. "And you chose your lives over hers?” She asked. I looked down at my feet before nodding.

"Like hell." I try to shift. Can't. Too exhausted from the mating. My wolf won't come. An assassin gets past them. Comes straight for me. Caius intercepts. Takes the blade meant for me. In the stomach. Deep. "No!" I scream. He drops. The assassin raises his blade again. Light explodes from my hands. Pure white. Instinct. Panic. The assassin disintegrates. Just gone. Ash. More assassins. Damon's wolf is taking them down but there are too many.

Lifting up his poisoned blade, Hemel swung downward only to have the stranger intercept his blade with two of his own. Hemel's blade became lodged between the hilt of a sword and the handle a knife. The stranger was quick, and as the cloaked man deflected the blade, Hemel felt a searing pain in his abdomen. He hadn't even seen the man move to stab him. Now the assassin was bleeding from two places, leaving damp brown sand in his wake.

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

The hall burst into different sounds; screams, anguish, the thunder of metal on metal– sword against sword, bladed against blades and swords against blades. My blade arched, slashing through the air, I pivoted in one single breath, swiftly fucking and changing position, the dagger finally finding home. The assassin's eyes widened like he'd never believed that he would die that way, then he stilled, his body losing movement then darkness until his body crumpled like a pack of cards at my feet. My guard, Marcell, caught the First envoy, the tall one, he caught him off balance, lifted him and slammed him down.

My skin remembered that sensation—what it felt like to be prey marked by a hunter. The man was three tables away, pretending to sip his drink. His hand twitched under the table where a dagger’s hilt caught the candlelight. My throat tightened. “Adam.” He didn’t even look at me, just said flatly, “I see him.” The next second exploded. The assassin lunged across the room, blade flashing toward me. His hood slipped back to reveal a scar-slashed face, eyes burning with the promise of gold. I rolled sideways, the blade missing my cheek by a hair. The table splintered as he crashed into it, tankards spilling ale like blood.

the priest added. Killian's hand clamped down on mine, pulling me behind him as several figures surged forward. Assassins. Their blades were gleaming in the dim light. They were definitely part of the priest's plan to make a solid statement. "He's mocking me," Killian snarled, shoving one man into a column hard enough to crack the stone. "No shit, Sherlock," I muttered, ducking a swipe aimed for my throat. My blade found the man's side, slicing through his rib section like butter. He collapsed, screaming.

With every step, I drew closer to the reckoning that awaited at the heart of this fortress, the moment when the past and future would collide in a storm of steel and fury. As I rounded the final corner before the throne room, a sudden movement caught my eye—too swift and fluid to belong to any ordinary soldier. In an instant, a blade flashed, aiming for my side, but I twisted just in time, the steel grazing my armor with a harsh screech that sent a shiver down my spine. The assassin’s eyes glinted with cold fury, a mask of hatred and desperation etched into every line of their face. Our blades met with a violent clash, sparks flying in the dim light as we danced a deadly ballet of attack and

I got to my feet slowly, despite my exhaustion, getting ready to fight. “Do not hope for help. Your pack warriors are dealing with the invasion of my warriors at the border. By the time anyone gets to you, you and I will be long gone.” This was calculated and arranged by an insider. I filed that away for later. The assassin jumped forward and thrust his blade so quickly that my vision blurred. I jumped to the side but not before it nicked my neck. “There is poison in that blade. You will die in a few minutes.” Anika stirred. Finally.

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.