Assassin Creed 2 Ezio Novels & Stories

“You probably want to know what happened, huh?” I nod my head. For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to respond, then he takes another breath and explains. “Well, from what we were able to gather, Kazik sent in one of his men to kill us. He shot me in the shoulder, but it was just a graze. Unfortunately, the bastard killed my assistant Sam, and my Assassin, Drex. Obviously, it was an ambush because he did some damage.” I swallow hard, trying to lubricate my throat before I croak out. “What happened to me? How long have I been here?”

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

Too bad he didn't feel what most Chicagoans are feeling right now. Felix punched the steering wheel hard and pressed his forehead on the steering wheel in frustration. Tears rolled from his eyes as he remembered the last conversation he had with Ezra an hour ago. He didn't expect that Ezra would fall into the sea. Never once did Felix imagine that Ezra would leave his life while pursuing his target. So far, Ezra has always managed to escape death. He has become an assassin since his parents were cruelly killed. Ezra has all the knowledge about how to kill his opponent with deadly attacks so that none of his targets have ever escaped him.

Luis was relaxing in his pool at the back of his mansion, with Marco his right hand man when one of his men walked up to them. “Boss.” He said with a slight bow. “Lucas.” “One of our stash houses was hit this morning.” There was silence for a while, which made Lucas fidget. Luis watched as Marco emerged from the pool, his arms, chest and back full of numerous black tattoos on pale skin. At over 6”4 he was an intimidating figure made of raw muscles. “And?” He asked impatiently. “They made away with two kilograms of our product.” Marco was now standing few inches away from Lucas.

the doctor announced to her. Chelsey felt that everything around her was now rotating making her pass out. "Chelseyyyyy!" Chad immediately caught Chelsey who was about to lie down on the floor. Chelsey couldn't process the news making her pass out. Everybody assisted Chelsey as she lost consciousness upon hearing the news. Rouge's parents heard the news and his mother smirked. This was part of their plan, to kill Carina. But it wasn't part of the plan that Rouge would also get harmed and Carter would voluntarily surrender himself.

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.

He merely let out a disdainful snort before resuming his long strides, leaving Ziyi behind as she busied herself dusting off her clothes, her face flushed red from suppressed annoyance. Ziyi continued cursing under her breath, completely unaware that beneath those simple cotton clothes that made him appear so down-to-earth, the foreign man concealed a tremendous secret. He was Ezio Sebastian Vettel, a crown prince from a ruling dynasty in Western Europe. Ezio had deliberately fled and exiled himself to this remote place to escape the bloody intrigues surrounding the royal succession. Despite his decision to hide away, his true nature—cold, ruthless, and beyond the reach of the law—remained d

He stood up, rounding his desk to where she stood facing straight forward. “There's a man in Mexico city. A very powerful man that threatens my position as the top worldwide.” His voice lowers to almost a whisper, the strong breathy smell of toba**o fanning her face. “Don Antonio Alvarez. You will infiltrate his mansion and assassinate him quietly. No mistakes.” Her head shot up. “Another don?” Darius’ brow lifted slightly. “Are you perhaps hesitant right now?” His voice dipped lethally. “I'm not,” Alina said quickly.

Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move. Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul? I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind was too far gone in his green abyss to comprehend.

I brushed a strand off her forehead, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. This was it. No turning back now. "Boss, you sure?" Ezio. My second in command’s voice echoed. That's the only question he dared ask. Yeah, I was sure. Zeus was mine by blood and bullet. I'd clawed it back from the vultures after Aofie's death, and no one, not even him, was taking it from me again. The engines whined lower, the jolt of touchdown vibrating up my spine. Navera stirred, her little hand clutching my shirt.