Assassin Creed Evie Novels & Stories

she replied, her lips curving into a captivating, predatory smile. Lucien immediately tore his eyes away from her position, treating her presence with absolute indifference. Unbeknownst to his command, Eva registered his silence as a direct invitation to advance her standing. Having survived multiple lethal selection trials within the Bayzee apparatus, she was utterly determined to carve an elite role for herself beside the Alpha King.

Evari rushed to the stairs to the room and instantly she started her rummage, The whole shelves, wardrobe and everywhere, She couldn't find a thing, Until she stumbled on a box, as she grasp hold of it, She felt a cold sword by her neck, she was shocked, her breath restricted as she raised her head to see an assassin in black mask, "Hand over the evidence now !" He requested, and the next seconds he fell down flat, He had been injected an acupuncture niddle by another female physician who was frightened and thought the assassin would kill everyone in the hostel, "Did you kill him ?" Evari asked in shock as she heaved a breeze of relief, "No ! He was just sedated and would wake up in next 1 h

“Make all of them fall in love with you, and like what he did, hurt each of them.” I promised Milli I would do it, and I started yesterday. The chocolates were my proof that Eve’s children were easy to please with material stuff. Eve needed money, and I could provide it for her. This was supposed to be an easy task until Wyatt and Ben showed up. They seemed to care for Eve and her children. I took my phone and pressed Jayvee’s number. “Callahan,” Jayvee muttered as he answered my call. “Find everything about Wyatt and Ben,” I instructed.

Her brows furrowed and she looked behind her, to know if there was someone there, when she saw no-one she turned to him; ''You mean me? Blake frowned; ''is there any other person in this room apart from you?” Evie laughed; ''Wait, you mean, you don't know me?” she stared at him unbelievably. Which citizen of Australia did not know her, where did he come from? Blake tilted his head; ''um, am I supposed to know you?” he creased his brows in wonder. Evie laughed; ''No, no, that’s not it, I thought… I thought I told you my name earlier. Ha-ha.” She laughed; ''don't mind my manners, I'm Evie. ''

The servers were swift and good at their job, and the food they served all looked delicious. How was she going to pay? She left her bag and forgot to pick it up on the way, and she was too embarrassed to ask Astrid to wait for her. "Is something the matter?" Evie jumped, Astrid's voice surprising her. Turning to the woman in front of her, with wide eyes, she answered 'nothing'. Astrid let out a chuckle, setting down the menu she was holding and gesturing a waiter over. She was ready to order. "I hope you don't mind, Genevieve- Can I? Call you Genevieve?"

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

So they would have to fight with their hands. She caught the assassin's hand and blocked effortlessly. "Too slow. Who taught you?" Evie asked and laughed when the woman swung another punch, but she dodged. "The last time I fought with someone like you...I almost killed her because the figure got so fierce, but I didn't turn myself into a murderer because I am who I am." Evie swung her punch, and it landed on the woman's belly, sending her across the forest to the other one, where their carriage settled.

My architecture of power. And someone entered my territory and stole my masterpiece. I return to the second monitor. The dossier I burned and reassembled dozens of times over the last six years is open to the page that always brings me back to the beginning: Evie Byrne, 24 years old. Irish nationality. Wife of Declan Callahan. Declared dead after a car accident. Body never recovered. Evie Byrne existed before me. She had history, memories, a daughter, a husband who marked her with teeth and possessed her with primitive brutality. She existed, and I erased her.

“Found her wandering near the border. Says she ‘knows Lucian.’” Amusement flickered in Marissa’s eyes. “Does she now?” I swallowed hard, hugging the puppy so tight it squirmed. “Please. I… I wasn’t trespassing. I didn’t mean to—” Marissa stepped closer, her perfume suffocating. She crouched slightly, eyeing me as though I were dirt on her shoe. “And who might you be?” “I…” The word caught in my throat. “My name’s Evie.” “Evie.” She rolled the syllables over her tongue like they were something foul. Then she straightened, turning to the growing crowd. “Funny. I don’t recall an Evie being part of this pack.”

Sienna begs like a scared puppy before she puts on another mask and mutters with fake sympathy, “honestly, we are just trying to spare her from embarrassing herself. She used to be someone. A warrior. A Luna… But now she’s just… a reminder of failure. She probably just forgot it for a while and comes in here without thinking.” Looking at Maddox, she continues, “You should be careful, too. Don’t get yourself implicated by her.” My anger surges in me like wildfire. With clenched fists, I step forward and hiss, “Say whatever you want about me, but leave my friend out of this.” “Cute! Loyalty suits you,” Evie cracks a mocking laugh before pointing at the items in the boutique I am holding. “Sham