Assassin Creed 6 Novels & Stories

Leanunya sighed as she walked in the dark forest remembering that day six years ago. She was now sixteen and had just about broken every law in the land. She had the largest bounty on her head and was on the run. One thing Leanunya liked about her bounty was that they had said a silver eyed Cattrina had done the deed and not a cattagon. It would prevent more hate to be pointed at the cattagon.

“Tsk. What’s so great about that person anyway.” Jay rolled his eyes and looked in Zeke's direction. “Dude, he’s like at the top of the top in the worldwide assassination board! He had already killed thousands or even millions of criminals from the moment his name was known in our world. The living legend who made all the police burn their hair off from causing havoc in that particular massacre years ago! Shit. He's every assassin's icon!" "And is that something to be proud of?" Jay was confused.

”The don had access to several different assassins working for him and the top five are listed under a special file." Rocco explains, "If you press that fruit icon, then you get to see the assassins available on the requested date and you can match them with the order." "I see," I nod. "Pick up the phone and call back. I'll take it." "Alright." He nods, doing exactly as told, no questions asked. I veer towards Igor and shoot him a look he instantly understands. Rocco is the perfect service man, he doesn't ask, he does.

Jason? The man before us was not what I was expecting. Truth was, during the drive I’d painted a picture in my mind. I expected a pudgy guy with a friendly face and glasses who spent all of his time locked up in a dark, soundproofed room. He’d be pale as the only light he saw was from the computer monitors he stared at daily. “You’re early, Six.” He stood and held out his hand. Jason, handler to the CIA’s secret assassin squad, was the opposite of that. First, he was black. Second, he was gorgeous—tall, lean, with bright eyes and a brilliant smile. He stood out.

Across from Frederick, the black-clad man's smile slowly faded, his expression growing cold. "Nice strategy! It seems our plans have been exposed," he said, his tone darkening. "What's your rank in Organization V?" Frederick asked, his face impassive. "I’m the one in charge of Aston State. My code name is Six," Six replied. "It troubles me that you’re making such a fuss!" Frederick smiled faintly. "If you're scared, then surrender. Tell me everything you know if you want to live, and I’ll guarantee you'll live a few more years!"

Blanco took the weapon from him and handed it over to me, laughing wildly. "That is the HK 416 assault rifle, amigo. This bad boy can fire up to 900 rounds per minute, with a range of 600 meters. This is what the SEAL team six used to kill Osama bin Laden, my friend. If there is one thing that the gringos know how to do well, it is to hand over tools to the world that would hasten our destruction. I give you this weapon as a gift and with it, we will revenge your man's death."

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass

He was done being restrained. Aaron Mortem first. The broken nose had been Honor’s work, which Gabriel respected, but the words that had preceded it were his to answer for. He watched football practice from the shadow of the bleachers, arms folded, assessing. Aaron was the quarterback — decent arm, reasonable instincts, the kind of athlete who coasted on physical gifts without ever being pushed hard enough to find out if there was anything real underneath. As a wolf he was underwhelming. The supernatural DNA was there — Gabriel could smell it, diluted and uncertain, the heritage of a rogue line that had never been properly trained. He doubted the kid could fully shift. He doubted the kid had

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.