Altaïr Assassin Creed Novels & Stories

“We were asked to stop by and see how you are going, Ms Carter, and to ask some questions about the shooting at Havermouth High School?” “Which one?” Aislen smiled sweetly. “That poor, stupid boy, or the police officer who shot me on orders from the pack?” “F-k,” Iris barely managed not to spray the table with her mouthful of eggs. She swallowed hard. “We’re just going to go there, hm?” She demanded of Heath. “Aislen is our mate,” Heath said calmly. “She is a witch, and is mate to vampire, Talen,” he nodded to Talen. “She is, of course, aware of the pack, of our other natures, and of your own.”

That way, she would understand that she was on the same level as Wilbur and that there was no gap in their power. Attila was a level B assassin from Greensource Corp. He was infamous, and many accidental deaths had happened because of him in the middle of his missions before. In fact, he had dozens of people he had accidentally murdered. Attila's code name was Demon. He was a man with terrible values, and many people would be happy if he was dead.

--- The hooded assassin lowered his bow. "I never miss." He turned to leave. A deep voice stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?" The assassin spun around. General Kael stood behind him with four Blackstone warriors. The assassin smirked. "So..." "They sent the Alpha's right hand." Kael drew his sword. "They sent the man who's going to bring you back alive." --- Below, Miguel carefully lifted Lynnek into his arms. Her breathing had become shallow. "I can't..." She winced.

A Were-cat assassin, draped in midnight-blue silk and holding twin curved daggers, dropped from the branches toward Aradaa. "Aradaa, move!" Kaelor lunged. He didn't use the dagger. He used his raw, physical weight. He tackled the assassin mid-air, the two of them crashing into the shallow water with a violent splash. The cat hissed, a sound like steam escaping a pipe, and clawed at Kaelor’s chest. Kaelor didn't flinch. He grabbed the assassin’s throat and squeezed until the sound of snapping cartilage echoed in the silence.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

Rhys could tell from the shifting of Baltir's feet and the energy surrounding him that his friend was barely holding back his questions. A glass of dark brown liquid was placed before him. The maid curtsied and scurried away, happy to be dismissed. Baltir sat on the other seat facing him before the small round table. He was pouring his own glass of whiskey, waiting for Rhys to talk to him. “It’s not like you to let them get away,” Baltir began before sipping the contents, his grey eyes locked on him. "The trackers struggled to pick up a scent. The assassin has skilfully escaped."

*Akin* The moment Caelan strode into the Oceanan camp to save us, I recognized his fighting style. There was a rhythm in the way he moved, in the stance he took. It was unmistakably Altinnian, the subtle weight shift, the way his fingers hovered near the hilt of his weapon, always prepared for the unexpected. It was something only someone trained for combat in Altinna would know, and I knew that we were saved. His rescue mission was, obviously, a complete success.

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

he asked and both hunters nodded. Azreal sat biting his tongue as Lila held his hand in a vice-like grip, across the desk from him rested the most evil and psychotic wolf he or Calix had ever had the displeasure of meeting and next to her sat the gaunt drunken ghost of a man who was once his best friend and most feared assassin. Azreal smiled across the desk, “it’s such a pleasure to have you Alpha Talia,” Azreal lied and just as Talia perched forward and was about to speak the ornate double doors of his private office burst open and a hurricane of giggling rowdy wolves rolled in like a tidal wave.

No one knew what happened to them after the war. "I sent two of my territory's best assassins to kill all those who had been affected by the Blitzkrieg," Altaire said as soon as he took a seat. “Shocker,” Trevino murmured. Odincliffe suppressed a grin. Dystonia giggled. Altaire ignored his snide comment and continued. "And so far, we're getting steady success. They've killed four already." "Four?!" Trevino's asked forcefully. Obviously, his collector's fetish slipped.