Assassin Creed 6 Novels & Stories

Screeech! The visor shattered. The assassin shrieked as the overwhelming historical data forced his cybernetic brain to process eighty years of unedited, conflicting timelines all at once. He staggered backward, clutching his head as blue sparks erupted from his helmet seals. Kabir lunged forward, throwing his shoulder into the blinded hunter and sending him crashing out of the shattered second-story window. The assassin fell twenty feet down into the cobblestone street below, his suit short-circuiting violently upon impact.

It buzzed once already. I sink into the sofa by the window, the plush fabric doing nothing to soften the tension coiled in my spine. The global announcement was a calculated move. It doesn’t reveal your name, your face. Just your Player ID. A number for the wolves to chase. #666666. That’s me. Public enemy number one. Or public recruitment target number one. Same difference. The other number was #666661. Jax.

He agreed without asking for anything in return. "Clear," Denver's voice from the other line. What he meant by "clear" was that he had hacked the Grand Hotel's system and I could walk past the CCTVs that were no longer working. "Thanks. I owe you this one," I spoke softly to him. We can talk through my earing. My left earring is a high-tech microphone so I don't even need to hold a cellphone to talk to him. This is a very safe way to contact the other assassins especially when the mission is not a sole mission but a group.

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

I look at him and scoffed. " I can't eat with my hands tied," I reply to him. " Well, that's your problem." He said and walked away from the room. " Hey, come back here..." I called out, but he has already left the room. I huff and remove my shoes, using my toes to pick up the knife placed there... They even put complete cutleries. How the hell am I supposed to use that with my hands tied?? Succeeding with that, I drop the knife on my thighs and make the knife way to my back, slowly using it to cut it off. I stop halfway when I hear someone open the door. The door creaks and someone walks in.

“Trust me. I was equally as shocked when I learnt of what happened.” Luis replied. “Before I give you the product, I need you to help me handle the Russian cartel in Atlanta city. I got news that they have already opted out of our contract, and are now in bed with another supplier. Carry of this little assignment, and not only will you have control more territory in your city, but you’ll get more respect and money than you can ever imagine.” He clapped his hand twice, and one of his men came in with a tray, three glass cups and a bottle of 1946 Pinot Noir wine.

Somewhere in the city Leaning back in his chair, Adrian watched the rain flow down his private suite's wide glass window from somewhere across the city. His fingers drummed absently on the armrest. A gentle tap on the door. "Enter," he said. One of his men, still drenched from the rain and with a cut on his forehead, stepped in. "Nicholas got away," the man acknowledged. He put up a fierce fight. Removed two of our men. Adrian grinned. "He did, of course." He put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward.

Opened it. Inside: New Personal Defense Suite Infernum Blade: titanium-carbon edge, blood-slicked handle, can slice through bone. Viper X Pistol: ceramic-built, invisible to airport scanners, rapid-fire burst with double helix barrel. Kronos Injector: a last-resort serum, adrenaline spike, pain-killer, and cognition boost all in one. One injection. Thirty minutes of god-mode. I strapped the Viper X to my thigh. “No more mistakes.” Milo nodded. “I’ve scrambled the estate’s signal zone. No outside GPS. Anyone trying to trace here gets redirected to Morocco.”

After Rihanna’s jet landed, the next one followed, carrying hundreds of assassins from Black Dragon. They were all men in black, but who would have thought that all their suits were customized to be bulletproof? Even their bodies were filled with hidden weapons and various sharp killing tools. Each of them had their own code name according to their method of killing. Dustin appointed five of them as leaders to head each of their teams. Among them were LethalKill, ScarletBlade, MysticDemon, Hollowflash, and DeadlyScythe.

The Quicksilver assassin stood slowly but continued to stare down at Casper’s bloody lump of a body. The commotion was noticed by Azreal and as the Alpha began making his way toward Jay, he caught sight of the carnage beneath his assassin and began to pick up speed. As Jay and Azreal reached Mj the assassin calmly stepped away from her victim and looked at her brother, “you are wrong about me Jay,” she stated in an eerily calm voice and slowly strolled toward the car.