Assassin Creed Hero Novels & Stories

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

I said, pointing at Xeon, “lead a team through the forest.” “Fine. But you’re officially a crazy, scent-obsessed workaholic,” he muttered, even as he carried out my orders. Good soldier. Better friend. The security he designed was top-tier—but I was an assassin. I knew better than anyone that every system had a weak spot. And our intruder had found it. A rose-and-vanilla-scented ghost, slipping through our blind spots. Right. Introductions. I’m Kyler Arrow. Future Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. Nineteen. Assassin. Top of my class. Genius prodigy who finished Applied Sciences at uni by fifteen.

He landed lightly on the ground just a few feet away from Aria. Tall. Dressed in dark armor. His face hidden beneath a hood. But his presence was cold and deadly. The warriors moved to surround him. The assassin didn't seem concerned. His gaze locked directly onto Aria. "So..." he said calmly. "There you are." Aria rose slowly, her silver eyes glowing faintly. "Who are you?" The assassin tilted his head slightly. "Just someone sent to test a legend." Without warning, he attacked. His speed shocked

He was growling and grunting as he glared at me with hateful eyes. I finally realized who the man in front of me was. I completely understand where the hate is coming from. For the first time, I faced the man who placed a billion-dollar bounty on my head—the man who is hunting me and wants me dead. He is none other than the leader of the Routiers and the head of the League of the Assassins. I raised my chin and gave him a dead-on gaze. Even though I was a little intimidated, I attempted to appear fierce and grinned at him.

They were hurt pretty badly because of Eros' torture but are now recovering. "Their names are Raven and Howel. Make sure to interrogate them separately and don't let them alone in one room," he explained to his right-hand man. If they are left alone, they might make up a story to fool them. Raven, the assassin who revealed his name and bowed down to Eros' wishes when they were in the arena because his brother, Howel, was stabbed and bleeding to death. He cared too much for his brother, making it his weakness.

None of the assassins had imagined that Adrian would still be standing after being attacked by that volley of bullets, let alone him getting close to them. Everyone immediately threw aside their guns and pulled out daggers from their waists before surrounding Adrian. However, they had no idea that the hero of Navia excelled at close-range combat. The assassins reflected the sun’s rays using their blades, hoping to blind Adrian but there was no way he was going to allow them to get the jump on him. After all, his title as Navia’s hero was not just for show. Following the agonized screams, the assassins dropped one by one. No matter where Adrian passed, his dagger seemed to have grown eyes of

“What is he?” Ariadne stepped forward with her sword raised. “You dare to lay a hand on my daughter!?” The assassin turned his head—not toward the queen, not toward the judges…but straight toward Alessia. He tilted his head slightly. “Your Majesty,” he repeated softly. Alessia trembled. “I—I’m not!” Kael snarled, “She is not yours.” The assassin smiled beneath the broken mask—thin, wrong, chilling. “Not mine.” He raised a hand. “but destined.”

I loved the thrills that these kinds of things had on me. A car engine was coming in. It was time to leave. I got in the car and ran it into a lake and made my way home laughing at the image of him being shell shocked at my vandalism. I would pay to see that. I got to the porch and hopped on my motorbike to do a quick hit on Alessandro Mikane. A clever man but has no morals in any sort. This job pays me 300k. I would be a fool not to do it. I stood at the roof of the building and pulled the trigger on the gun. I saw a body drop down and screams everywhere.

No one cared how many bastard kids they had, odal’s sons and daughters were automatically odal, but not Afanasiia. If Aurora was his prized possession, Afanasiia was his treasure. He loved her to his heart’s content. He held her in high regard, basically worshipped her or rather worshipped her skills. He had never seen a better assassin than her. She never left a single trace of evidence. He was so proud that every single country’s law enforcement agency was looking for her. Interpol was on high alert, but no one had her picture or name. They just called her – HEELER, a killer who kills with her heels. She always left her heels as souvenirs for the police to find.

I may not be able to take back what was done to her, but I could at least make those men pay. Took a little time, but I managed to find every single one and give them the deaths they so greatly deserved. The only one left was Zephyr. The one who started it all. His death will act as a warning to every man in this room, and maybe, just maybe, it will stop it from happening again. And if it doesn’t, then let them know I’ll be coming for them. They may all know me as Dasha Hatzis, daughter of Mihalis Hatzis; right-hand man of the of the most powerful mafia family in all of Greece. But to the rest of the world, I am known by my codename - Aconite; a lethal assassin who fears no man.