The Bikers Assassin: Ripper And Chaotic Novel Novels & Stories

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

"Let me make something very clear to you, kid. She is not playing silly games with you anymore. She belongs completely to me now. Turn your weak body around and get the fuck out of my clubhouse right now, before I have my boys carry you out in pieces." Tyler’s face went from pale to completely white. He looked like he had just seen a ghost. He opened his mouth to speak, to try and say something to defend himself, but he never got the chance. Two massive, bearded Reapers stepped out of the crowd. One of them placed a heavy, tattooed hand firmly on Tyler’s shoulder, twisting him around. They started steering his weak frame quickly and firmly toward the front doors. Tyler tried to glance back o

Rory interrupted. “Who exactly are you to interrupt a conversation between alphas?” Norman demanded, his nostril flaring in anger. “Rory Stevens, former medic to the assassin’s guild of Cerathe.” She smiled brightly, dropping a file folder on the table. “The assassin’s guild.” Norman snorted. “That’s a myth. Something we tell our children about to keep them in line.”

But the peace doesn't last long. The heavy thrum of engines starts to vibrate through the walls. It’s a low, rumbling growl that I can feel in my teeth. The bikers are arriving. The doors swing open, and the silence of the morning becomes officially dead. Enforcers, road captains, and sergeants start filtering in, their leather vests creaking, their heavy boots clunking on the hardwood. The air instantly fills with the smell of exhaust and leather. I stay where I am, kneeling by a booth, pretending to be completely oblivious to the room. I concentrate on a non-existent spot on the table, but my ears are ringing. I hear the whistles. I hear the murmurs.

what? Did I just think of Knives as hot and sexy? Because dirty thoughts and bikers should NEVER be breathed in the same sentence in my mind! I hated bikers! They were the reason why my life had turned into a living hell, and the whole point in trying to get away from here was to never set eyes on another biker, EVER!

The road ahead is dark, only illuminated by the lightning that cracks across the sky like the gods themselves are tearing it open. Then I sense some movement. Shadows flicker in the treeline to our left. “Cassian!” I yell. He looks there, his eyes widening “Go right! Go-” Something slams into me from the side. The impact is brutal, sending my bike spinning. My body lifts, crashes onto the wet ground, pain slicing through my ribs. The world spins with headlights, rain and dirt before everything goes black. When I wake, the world smells wrong. Cold stone... Blood... Iron.

the way I saw him torturing that rogue the other day left me speechless I have never seen an interrogation end so fast and successfully the way he swiftly broke that rogues bones with precision made everything the council told me about him believable, I can't believe my son was an assassin. I remember a few years ago the other alphas would talk about an assassin in Italy called the ripper or as he was previously known Il Mostro di Firenze (the monster of Florence). He was called the monster of Florence because according to the council he was the reason for the destruction of three of the largest packs in Italy.

he said coldly, his words carrying an air of finality. Rico ’s gaze darted around, assessing his dwindling options. His eyes briefly met mine, and I could see the desperation etched across his face. With a frustrated growl, he raised his gun again. And chaos erupted. Anthony ’s men unleashed a barrage of gunfire, the sharp crack of semi-automatics tearing through the night. Bullets whizzed past, and Rico ’s men fired back in a futile attempt to hold their ground. The bikers moved with practiced precision, taking cover behind their motorcycles and returning fire with deadly accuracy.

The boys froze, their smirks faltering as the sound drew closer, louder, until headlights cut through the dark. I blinked against the brightness, my heart hammering. A group of bikers rolled into the street, leather and metal glinting under the moon. The roar of engines silenced only when boots hit the ground, a dozen shadows dismounting with lethal grace. The boys around me cursed, panicked, but it was too late. The bikers moved fast, too fast. Snarls filled the air, inhuman and feral, and before my terrified eyes, they tore into the boys with a violence that made me stumble back. Fists cracked against bone. Teeth bared. They weren’t just fighting—they were biting. Wolves in human skin unle

"You're hurt." Blood trickles from a cut on my forehead, and my ribs scream with every breath. But compared to a partial shift, this is nothing. "Who are you?" I whisper. "Ryder Kane." His voice is so deep. "And you're under my protection now." Behind him, other bikers are checking the unconscious enforcers. These aren't regular humans—I can smell the wolf in all of them. "Alpha Dominic won't let this go," I manage. "He will send everyone he has."