Altaïr Assassin Creed Novels & Stories

Irene's POV I hadn’t even taken a step when the three assassins flew towards Alastair at once, their weapons gleaming under the moonlight. Alastair’s fingers shifted into claws, and even from behind him, I could see how his back expanded more than its usual size. Not to mention the threatening aura rolling off ‌him like sound waves. Alastair lunged towards one assassin, throwing him against the wall like a rag doll. I sucked in a shaky breath and took a step forward, determined to help him.

He can see me doing it, see my chub dimple as my abs contract. “No.” I tug my wrists free from his grasp. “I just remembered the feral.” Alec grips me by the upper arms, frowning down into my face. “I killed him. Ferals are loners, and he would’ve run off any other predator in his territory. You’re safe. Okay?” “Okay.” I say it so he’ll let me go, so we can keep moving. It throws me when he presses his forehead firmly to mine instead. His skin is cool. Nice.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

12: Caroline Esta BEING ONE OF the few assassins to successfully enter Crimson Tier, the second-highest rank in XYS, necessitates the deployment of a competent investigation team that can work in tandem with that assassin. A team capable of gathering sufficient and credible information in the shortest amount of time. And SIT fit the requirements to collaborate with Avyanna during missions. Avyanna has been with the organization for many years and has successfully completed hundreds of missions with SIT. Their superb skills in gathering intellect surpass even those working for the government. She alone understands how capable these people are when it comes to searching for information and kee

Tamara had left her for dead in the hall, saying the brat deserved the pleasure of bleeding out, courtesy of the poison within the blade. Alette was quiet for a few minutes after hearing what happened while she was bleeding out in the hall. I could see some of the light in her eyes harden, and fracture into little crystals of ice. "Did something go wrong, Adelina?" Alette asked darkly, sinking into the crimson couch that sat across from a brick fireplace. Her hand was placed firmly against her wound, and the bottom of her blush dress was soaked with water and mud. "From the blast Raelynn gave her, Tamara is most likely dead. Atlas is High Lord, which is a far cry better than Aralia ruling. W

I feel my heart thundering berserkly in my chest at the memory of her face morphing and twisting in fury, the baby blue turned blood-red eyes, and the sinister expression that told me she was ready to killl in a blink of an eye. "Vampire." Hunter blurts. Again, as if he knows exactly what's running in my head every damn minute, in every fucking second. And he's not even looking at me! How on earth does he do that? "Scarlet Tate is the only hybrid werewolf in the Wintermist Pack. She's the Alpha's daughter, so you better not underestimate her or you'll be dead before graduation." He warns. I look up and stare at his devilishly handsome face, his amber eyes cold and serious.

His pair of golden amber irises seems to give a faint glow from the light of the crystals in the quarter, while each strand of his white-silver hair glinted like the moonlight. He have fair skin adorned with yellowish scales. The gills in his neck is slightly hidden beneath the collar of his uniform, and his fair fin-like ears faded to honey yellow in the edges. Eyron had already introduced him as his assistant: Auryn Rezart, a young squire that is obedient and quiet. "Sir, the room is cleaned and ready for our guests." The lad informed. "Shall I show them the way?" "That won't be necessary. I will be the one who shall be escorting them to their respected chambers." Eyron replied.

The man she had watched on a live feed being killed while she was tortured in an underground basement in Middle East. The man who called her up, the minute she got out of the hospital upon returning home to tell him that he’s alive. The man who asked her to stage an accident for her mom, to make the enemy believe she is also dead. The only thing that they didn’t count on was for Ashley, deciding at the last minute to accompany her. The J.A.K.E., which comprises the initials of her stepdad and mom’s first and second names. Amelia Jane Walters. Edward Keith Bishop.

The blade struck the shield with a deafening crack, sparks of silver and black energy exploding outward, illuminating the bloodied faces of Gale, Levi, and the guardians. The assassin recoiled, its borrowed body convulsing as the void eyes widened in surprise. "The Shadowed One... claims you," it hissed, its voice a chorus of whispers from the abyss. But Alina's shield held the bond with Gale amplifying it, his golden aura weaving through like threads of sunlight reinforcing the night. Gale lunged forward, his claws rending the assassin's throat in a swift, brutal arc. Black ichor sprayed, the body crumpling like a discarded puppet, the void eyes dimming to lifeless gray.

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused