Altaïr Assassin Creed Novels & Stories

His dark hair was piled on his head, the sides of his head were shaved. He stopped; he was so silent, so steady, it unnerved me. His gaze surveying the room was the only way to know that he was still alive. The light scars on his face were an indication that he was well trained, but in what? His mismatched eyes settled on me. One blue and one brown eye seemed to see right through my carefully composed mask. “The warriors have already been chosen.” Alpha Raymond waved him off, sounding bored. “I’m not here for that,” he said, not taking his eyes off mine. “I’ve been sent to find a killer.”

Evelyne screamed, her voice piercing the woods. She didn't wait. She kicked her mare into a gallop, charging toward the thicket where the shooter was hidden. But before she could reach the brush, a blur of navy and gold streaked past her. Alaric. He had followed her. He leaped from his moving horse, tackling the assassin to the ground before the man could reload. The struggle was short and brutal. Within seconds, Alaric had the man pinned, his dagger pressed against the assassin's throat.

His father nudged him gently and introduced him to Amaya , saying, "Killian , I want you to meet Amaya , the daughter of Alpha Arson." Killian , who was only around 8 years old at the time, couldn't help but find Amaya , the Alpha's daughter, rather unattractive. However, he understood that expressing such a sentiment would surely earn him a scolding if his mother were to hear. Amaya stood out starkly amidst the children he encountered within the influential circles of the kingdom's elite families. She sported wide glasses, freckles, and braces, epitomizing the classic image of a "nerd."

"It lives in my blood, it lives in this seat, and it is forged to the Eastern Citadel by blood and light. Any realm that challenges my sovereignty challenges our combined vanguard." Cassian stood beside her, his broad hand resting heavily on the hilt of his broadsword, his silver Alpha aura crackling in direct, terrifying harmony with her starlight. "You have your answer, Tariq. Return to Malakor. Tell him the East and North stand as one, and tell him we know exactly who holds the lease on his assassins." Tariq paled, bowing hastily with stiff, terrified deference before retreating toward the heavy bronze doors alongside a thoroughly quieted Duke Valen.

Dante nodded a few times listening to Azreal on the other end, “yes Alpha I left instructions to inform the other hunters, would you like me to dispatch a sweep team for the walkers?” Dante could hear the weight of his words as Azreal exhaled, “yes assassin, we must eliminate the threat immediately especially this close to the ceremony,” the haunted sound of Azreal’s final order created a pit in Dante’s stomach. “Azz...i’m sorry you have to call the shots like that.” The Alpha laughed into the phone, “shit Dante it was you or me and we all know your people skills suck so that leaves me.”

“When she didn’t return my calls, I assumed she must be here, with you. You are her mate after all.” “Who are you exactly?” I demanded. To my knowledge, only Selene’s family had known we were mated, and all of them knew she was dead. “Forgive me, Alpha. My name is Alistair.” He nodded his head respectfully. “I must admit, I absconded from Cerathe under false pretenses. I am, or was rather, the leader of the assassin’s guild.” “Selene is dead.” I stated bluntly. “You of all people should know that. She left on an assignment and I felt our bond shatter. I felt her die.”

I tried to explain as casually as I could. " I knew it!" Thalia slammed her hand on the coffee table. " He's the one you were texting yeah?" She completed and the eyes of the girls moved from thalia to me. "Rie texted someone that wasn't from work or her family? Must be some pretty interesting assignment." Cassidy said with a smug look on her face. " I wanna go to high school and go on dates with boys for free." Iris shook her head in disappointment that she was still in middle School.

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

She burst into uncontrolled tears. Allegra turned to Zayn who had his eyes shut and said, "Ajax had my replacement the entire time. That bastard had a backup plan. But, the two of us are the only alphas from the other world. Who could it be?" "A member of the assassin wolves I pushed off the cliff. I remember now"

one of the sentences in the speech said. Then she selected the warriors and maids on duties according to the following criteria: They had to be of the same age range as our victims and must have either the same eye color or the same hair color. According to Tamsyn, there were two Alternatives: 'If he was trying to just frustrate us or ruin our mission, then he was going to strike to prove to us how much we are wrong about not fearing anyone. The second Alternative was that if he wanted to get our attention, then he was going to strike again to challenge us. And it seems like our enemy, had fallen into that trap without much effort. But then, how do we find him now?'