Assassin Creed 6 Novels & Stories

"Old Mr. Alston wants to take you out. I just overheard a phone call yesterday. The assassin is from Italy, and you're right, Saxon's relationship with him is not as simple as it seems. This time, it's a deliberate trap for Mr. Marcus." Henry's expression turned cold. Old Mr. Alston wanted to eliminate him? Was it because he posed a threat to his son? Were they afraid of the Noblefull Group falling into their hands? Damn it! Did they really think he was after their fortune? Antonio put a watch on him with two small buttons, one red and one green. "The red one is for global emergencies. Once activated, personnel with a rank of F or above will be at your disposal at any time. Generally, you wo

The game had a plethora of characters to choose from: Warrior, Mage, Knight, Healer, and many more. Uji Quin chose the Assassin class once he got into the game, and spectators of the match frowned. The Assassin was capable of killing a player for every 10 steps it took; no one could survive the lethality. With the character’s agility and speed, one move would be able to empty his enemy’s health bar. Perhaps it was over for Charmine. How could she win?

I paced in my cell waiting for confirmation that my order had gone out. “Marcus. Kill him.” I ordered the moment the medic confirmed someone had received my message. “Sir? Please no!” the man begged. “He will talk. There is a reason medics aren’t in the field. They can’t be trusted to keep secrets under pressure. Now, kill him.” Marcus moved toward the medic, the limited space in the cell leaving him nowhere to run. The man’s pleas were cut off in short order when my assassin ripped his throat out, wrinkling his nose in disgust as the body fell to the floor.

Was he here to assassinate someone or to present himself to die? Sebastian wasn't concerned about an insignificant figure like that. He continued to admire the scenery around him. In an instant, the assassin was standing behind Sebastian. He suddenly pulled out a gleaming dagger and tried to plunge it into Sebastian's back. A flash of flame clashed with the dagger the man held. There was a loud clang of metal upon metal. Although the assassin was an expert at the sixth level of the Energy Refining Technique, the force of the blow immediately sent the dagger he was holding flying through the air.

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

Either because so many governments outlawed hunting Vampires and this was the only way they could stay free or because they were just innately evil. “Do we have any titanium?” Cassidy asked as she kept her shield up around the two who had just emerged. The other was beginning to stir on the ground. Jo had decided not to use the meager titanium bullets she had on hand for this mission since it had nothing to do with their larger purpose. “I have a few rounds,” Brandon said, quickly pulling the clip from his Glock and shoving a different one inside. “How long can you keep them contained?” The Assassins wouldn’t stay inside of Cassidy’s bubble for long. They were faster and stronger than anythi

They would have to find an entirely different apartment, purchased furniture once again, even find a new school to enrol—he was scheduled to start in two days. He wanted to stay with Aunt Judy, start his new school in the next few days, find new friends and have as many guests over in his brand new apartment, finally living alone do the first time. As much as he was afraid, the fury was starting to overshadow it; he didn't want to have to lie to his parents while he fled the city, afraid of an outcome that may never even happen. Besides, why would a mafia assassin yakuza want to murder newly senior high school student Nate Kennedy? Out of all they most likely had to deal with?

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

A devilish smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It was a power play, a way to remind me of my loss from the other night. I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, surprised he’d even bothered to keep my gun as a trophy Minutes later, one of his men returned from a back room, handing the USB drive back to Alessandro with a nod. “It’s legit,” he confirmed. Alessandro’s expression shifted, a grudging annoyance creeping into his eyes, “How badly do you need this job?” I swallowed hard, Felicity’s pale face flashing in my mind. “Badly.”