Novel & Cerita Altaïr Assassin Creed

"And by the way, his name is Aidan. He's a tall asshole with green eyes who ran away from his girlfriend and unborn child, just so you know, since you're so interested in younger men so bad." I slung my purse over my shoulders, waved goodbye to Dee, who looked like a proud mother, and to Amelia, who looked embarrassed by her friend's behavior and, with my shoulders straight, I walked out of there.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

Alpha Thallium reaches out to shake my hand, and I extend mine to shake. “W. www You cant be seriously Alpha?!?! He didn’t prove that he will be loyal to you!” Gamma Riley points out. “No, but we want the same thing. To bring these traffickers down. That’s loyal enough!” Alpha Thallium raises his voice. I nod my head in agreement. “Everest Assassins will be initiated once everyone signs the contract!”

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And he wanted to know that I would. Taren returns and there is nothing in his face that offers comfort or alarm. “The Alpha is on his way down,” he says. Kaelor appears from the eastern path a moment later, walking at an even pace as though he had expected this. He listens while Taren speaks in a low voice, describing what was found and where. “Facing the yard,” Taren says at the end. “No tracks?” Kaelor asks. “None. The cut was clean, done in a single stroke.”

"Poison or not, the decision was yours. Don't look for an excuse in a vial." She leaned down, her eyes boring into the dying assassin’s. "The Abyss. Now. Before I decide to let Leo practice his 'light' on you." "The Deep Abyss Ruins," the man choked out. "The Second Altar is there. But the Guardian... he doesn't take blood. He takes... pieces of the soul. You won't... pass." The assassin’s eyes rolled back. He went limp. Kael dropped the body. He looked at Phoenix, his golden eyes full of a haunting, dead light.

A sense of dread enveloped him as he locked eyes with the menacing figure, ready to strike fear into his heart. Summoning his courage, Altair stood tall, refusing to succumb to fear. "I am Altair of RiverBay, son of my fathers, the Lycgers, and my Birth Omega, the WereLion!" he declared, his voice unwavering despite his inner turmoil. "Who are you?" he demanded, taking a cautious step backward.

Kael pushed Elira back and met his brother in a clash of steel. The fight was savage, brutal. Two alphas, two brothers. One wild with rage, the other cold with betrayal. Elira backed away—then stopped. A figure was behind her. Another assassin. He raised his blade— And this time, she didn’t hesitate. She opened her palm— And fire exploded. The assassin screamed as he burned. But the distraction cost her. Aldric slammed a dagger into Kael’s side. “No!” Elira screamed. Kael staggered.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

“Kael, get her out—now.” “I’m not leaving until the path is clear,” Kael hissed. Alessia peeked over Kael’s shoulder as the assassin stepped fully into the light. The assassin was tall, masked, and cloaked in black threads that seemed to move on their own. A sigil glowed across his chest—one she didn’t recognize, swirling with crescent shapes and warped roots. He turned and looked straight at her. Alessia’s heart slammed against her ribs. “Kael, he sees me.”