Altaïr Assassin Creed Novels & Stories

Those eyes I knew were definitely cursing me and wishing for my early demise. “You couldn’t wake a man the normal way? And what’s with that get up Sirius?” “What do you think?” I asked. Most people who could recognise the Night Walker and Titus Crowley would never make that connection but Alastair was one of a kind. He was so attuned to Titus Crowley like a magnet that always knows the North that it took a few seconds for the information to register. I never expected for him to start doubling over in laughter when he put two and two but then again, loudmouth wasn’t the sanest of people I’ve met.

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

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****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene

the assassin states, and then, one by one, he grabs the dead bodies of the soldiers and dumps them in the open sea as if they weigh nothing. Ilya's blood suddenly boils inside of him as he grips the back of the suppressants in his hand, eyes locked on the blood stains. Sharply, he turns and walks over to Valen, who's already lighting up his cigarette. “…you killed all of them.” He tries to hide the anger from his voice, but it's there, and his eyes blaze in rage. There's no point yelling at Theon when the Assassin only takes orders from the alpha. Valen looks at him, then gives a shrug and takes a drag of his cigarette. “They talk too much,”

A few seconds later, the voices from the other room grew louder. "System active. Runes synchronized. Initiating shipment." Rayden didn't have time to copy every file, but one folder name caught his eye. [Altair Consortium - Unofficial Shipping Access] His hands froze. Altair. The name was not foreign. One of the oldest, most reclusive families in the world of cultivators. They never appeared in public, but their influence was everywhere. If the Bramastas were connected to Altair, then this conflict was no longer about a single city, but a massive network moving in the dark.

Argent’s man, Anarchy, opened the door and retreated to Argent’s office as soon as Violet and Lyria showed up. Anarchy is another gorgeous Assassin that recently transferred from the Canadian division. With his high cheekbones, deep merlot-colored hair, and intense eyes the color of the ocean at dawn, he’s quite a sight to see. We quickly found out that he’s not much of a talker. He’s more the tall, silent type, which was fine by me. We also discovered that he’s uncomfortable with female attention. I give both women a wan smile and take a sip of wine. The scarlet liquid sloshes gently across the rim, letting off a fruity scent.

He pulled down his jacket and tie, tossing it on the floor before approaching her. He slowly lifted the girl, revealing her huge hazel eyes. “What is the safeword tonight?” He asked, raising her chin. “Red,” She replied slowly standing up. Kael leaned forwards, sealing her lips as her hands shot out. Unbuckle his shirt. Meanwhile Elena laid on the bed exhausted. She has tried every method. Even the guards, she couldn't knock them out and has spent most of the day fighting only to get escorted back to her room. It was infuriating, as a top notch assassin. She believed her fighting skills should be higher than a mere security guard.

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo