Assassin Creed Evie Novels & Stories

I began working. I was going to serve King Kane the food and drinks. I walked up to him with the tray containing his plate of food and a glass of juice... I could physically feel the fear in my body as a result of the way he was gazing at me. My whole body was throbbing... I had to maintain control to prevent falling with the tray. I raised my eyebrows as I drew nearer; he continued to look at me, but I quickly broke eye contact. 'What have you done wrong, Evelyn?' was echoing loudly in my head while my heart was beating so quickly. 'Are you poorly dressed? Why is he looking at you as if you have done something wrong?'

A final, piercing scream tore from her throat as she plummeted over the edge. Kenneth murmured inaudibly, "Evie… I've avenged you." … On a bright, sunlit day, Maia visited my grave with my favorite lilies. She gently laid the flowers down and said softly, "Evie, I've been doing well lately, so don't worry about me. I'll come visit you often." A gentle breeze stirred, lifting the petals in a soft flutter, as though, somewhere beyond, I was answering her.

“I’ll call you once I’m off.” I nodded and turned to walk away. “Do you mind if I walk you down? Just until you get a cab,” the guy asked behind me. “If you want to,” I said, not bothering to look back. We walked down the quiet street together. The city felt different at night still and quiet. “I’m Ian,” he said. “I’m Evelyn. But everyone calls me Eve,” I answered flatly. “Nice. You’re new around here?” “Obviously,” I muttered, not wanting to give too much information.

Even after Micah rescued me and the new batch of kids from that man and found me a home with his family, it has never stopped. Micah is a badass assassin who works for some secret assassin guild. Of course, I only know this because he was the one that rescued me from that house of horrors. All of the assassins he works with are gorgeous and total bad assess. Seriously, all of the men are beyond gorgeous. I try not to think about it too much because of him. Who is him, you ask? Well, he’s Connor Archer.

Holding his gaze, tilting her head to one side and with agonizing slowness and precision, she increased the pressure with measured patience until she felt his skin break, her single claw plugging the hole in his artery to draw out the horror and suffering for as long as she could. Pulling Sabine back and raising and eyebrow at her would-be rapist, Annie retracted her claw releasing the plug from the vein. As her eyes changed from black to blue a spray of blood arced up splashing Annie and leaving a crimson streak on the ceiling as the man desperately grabbed at his neck, fruitlessly trying to stem the bleeding. Annie watched without compassion, his blood running down her face as he fell to h

I smirked. “Left ramp!” Viktor yelled. “Three more!” I leaned out and fired. One dropped. Another rolled behind a pillar. Then I saw Eve move but not toward cover but toward Jonah’s fallen body. “Eve!” I shouted. She ignored me. She bent, ripped his sidearm from his limp hand, checked the magazine in one smooth motion, and turned. My wife didn’t hesitate. I understood why she led the Peron House. I knew I had married right. The assassin came around the pillar at a run. Eve fired once. The bullet took him clean between the eyes. His head snapped back like a marionette with cut strings. He hit the ground dead without second.

I demanded an explanation for what had occurred aggressively. "According to my own findings, there was a third person involved who murdered our assassin while saving Mr. Dhruv Ugo Mace," he said again. "The task was so easy to murder that bastard but you can't do it correctly!!" I flung away the glass I was drinking in front of the man next to me. " I chastised him for his poor performance. “It wasn’t me who fail-“I didn’t let him finish his words and stood up in front of him,

Most importantly, did a man assault her, and if she could still accept the inheritance? “Yes, Mother!” Evie started telling her story, starting from when she first entered The Spirit Cage. First, she met Soleil, a direct descendant of the Alten family, who broke up the nine-member team, leaving only five of them. Then, a man rescued them. She thought she had met a good person, but unexpectedly, she fell into another trap. In the end, David bought them at an underground fair. This time, she did meet a good person. After listening to her daughter, Queen Isa did not speak, and nobody knew what she was thinking.

​The silence that followed the first explosive fight was not a peaceful one; it was the pressurized quiet of a deep-sea trench. In the wake of Damon’s crushing "purchased asset" revelation, Evie retreated to the West Wing, not out of submission, but to prevent herself from shattering. The bruise on her wrist was fading to a dull yellow, but the wound to her dignity was fresh, raw, and bleeding. She sat at her drafting table, the city lights below mocking her with their freedom, realizing that she had been playing a game where her opponent had memorized the rulebook while she was still struggling to read the board.

She even went as far as tying the guard whom I was sure was dead. The level of respect I had for her went up by another notch. I took my gaze away from her and quickly tied Cornel the way she did to the meat seller. When all three of them were successfully tied up, Evie got some water, and we splashed it on our main target, which was Cornel. The man coughed a little and opened his eyes.