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He took a deep breath and turned to see five masked men in black silk uniforms standing right in front of them. Zayn's heart missed a beat recognizing the uniform they were wearing. "The Assassin Wolves" slipped from his lips even before he could think of stopping himself. 'The Assassin Wolves' was a notorious group in the west that kings of many kingdoms had tried to eradicate from existence but somehow the name rises again. It was a group of powerful werewolves, all members are alphas, who get paid handsomely to assassinate politicians and royal leaders. No one ever escaped an attack from them. Not even the king of a kingdom that was rich in beverages years ago, King Nathan.

“I’ve been doing a lot of digging into you, Shadow, to the point of obsession really. Do you want to know what I unearthed? The male that possesses you practically rules the world. Why is that?” He couldn’t be serious. Her lips twitched and she couldn’t hold back her laughter. She laughed and when she started, she couldn’t stop. His jaw ground together, his ego unable to take being ridiculed and she laughed harder. “Vinaud, have you finally lost your marbles?” She gasped out when she finally got ahold of herself. “There are no glorious ideals surrounding me. I’m an assassin, I kill for my master.” “You don’t know it too then.” He said, regaining his smile. “I’ll find out why. If the rumours

Nikamura fixed her gloves one last time as she checked to see if her gear was set for the night. For too long, she had awaited this moment where she would get the kingpins of the underworld together and eliminate them all at once. She was the current most dreadful female in the entire underworld of Japan, and everyone believed she had control over the deadliest assassins. Well, Nikamura was her very own assassin. There was only one person who knew about her and the assassin being one, and that was an old man, Zayne.

It’s a fragment of a memory from a late-night dive into the encrypted forums where the monsters of the underworld compare notes. Kirill Nikolaev. The name wasn’t in Senator Scott’s files, which means I won’t be a conflict of interest. A user on a Tor-hidden forum, using the handle Viper_77, had bragged about an assassin with a team who could vanish problems that even the cartels couldn't scrub. Someone who didn't just remove the stain, but turned the whole cloth to ash. They called him a scalpel in a world of hammers. They also said he’s absolutely deadly.

She placed the palms of her hands on his face, down the light stubble that coated his tanned skin. "It's just rumors, stories told in his pack to frighten them all into submission." Isaiah replied, his voice notably stronger. With a small smile that spoke of gentle affection, he removed Mera's hands from her face and placed them against his lips. Once they were no longer touching, that shadow fell back over his eyes and the worry continued to creep in. "There were three who were able to give me some insight, though the details change from person to person. The assassin is a white wolf, one with the ability to resist abilities. Another said she has the ability to steal abilities, but I find t

“Normally, I would hand an assignment to whichever handler had the best suited assassin. This particular target calls for all hands-on deck.” I dropped the file onto the table, letting the image of Rory slide out just enough to be seen. The handlers were professional, they quickly replaced their confused glances with blank expressions. It wasn’t unusual that we would have to eliminate one of our own, but Rory was unique. “As some of you may be aware, one of our own was murdered.” I paused to gauge how my words were being received. “Selene was our top assassin.” “You can’t really be insinuating that Rory killed her.” One of the female handlers scoffed. “They were too close for something like

And now only less than then assassins are left standing. One of the assassins took off its mask. It is a middle aged man. A man familiar to me. "El Morte," I said under my breath. It is the name of the guild. And the man who took of his mask is one of their first class assassins, Franco. I know him because we once fought but he escaped when he got severely injured. Didn't know he actually survived that. "Isn't it ironic? Werewolves are very strict when it comes to morality, and yet you are with an assassin from House of Spades?" Franco said playfully as his eyes drifted to me.

But I can at least avenge your death! The Nidhogg assassin gulped as he eyed Ren. No one in Nidhogg would want to be the one to clash with Ren as he had been trained by his grandfather after all. It wouldn’t be that far off to say that Ren is by far, the best in Nidhogg. “Stand down, Ren-sama,” said the Nidhogg assassin, and as if by magic, a gun appeared in his right hand. “I have no wish to kill you.”

Dante looked at Gonta who was about to spill the truth, about his true identity, and why he was so knowledgeable about Isak Emma’s destiny. “I’ll tell you a story, Chosen one.”, Gonta said as he chuckled. “There was once a king, often called the King of the South, but his fame, reached the ends of the earth, the king was greatly loved by his followers, who adored him, not because of his great powers, but he was adored due to his softness at heart, other nations saw this and sent a man to this young King of the South, he was quite vast in power and knowledge, this man, was the greatest assassin to have lived, he was renowned for his mystical powers, hence he was dangerous, however, this Assas

As though reading my mind, Leo continued, “I signed a two-year contract with Alexander, helping him with secret missions. But he didn't want me to leave after two years because I knew too many of his secrets. However, he couldn't kill me either, and that's because of two reasons.” “The first reason is that I am still useful to him, because I have more than twenty trained assassins working under me. In the underworld, assassins are divided according to ranks, from yellow to red and finally to black. Yellow is the lowest, and black is the highest. The black assassins are free to make decisions on their own, and they are free from the clutches of the underworld.” I turned to James, and he nodde