Assassin Creed Hero Novels & Stories

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

“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

Either because so many governments outlawed hunting Vampires and this was the only way they could stay free or because they were just innately evil. “Do we have any titanium?” Cassidy asked as she kept her shield up around the two who had just emerged. The other was beginning to stir on the ground. Jo had decided not to use the meager titanium bullets she had on hand for this mission since it had nothing to do with their larger purpose. “I have a few rounds,” Brandon said, quickly pulling the clip from his Glock and shoving a different one inside. “How long can you keep them contained?” The Assassins wouldn’t stay inside of Cassidy’s bubble for long. They were faster and stronger than anythi

A massive ice-blue dragon roared from my staff, surging into the sky. Absolute zero. All four enemies–frozen solid in place. "Now. Kill." My voice was calm. Cold. Matthew's ADC unleashed a storm of arrows from the backline, shredding their front line in seconds. Shadow emerged from the darkness like a phantom. A flash of steel–two strikes, and their unprotected carry was gone. Under Miracle Hands's perfectly timed shields, Cedric's swordsman descended like a war god. Blade flashing–cutting through the frozen, low-health enemies one after another.

2020, July 28th (Imperium, Warlanda) "Delish," she said, dragging a blood-red nail across Aaron's chest. "No wonder Nate and Gray couldn't bring Keira home. Welcome to Imperium, Prince of Assassins." She held out her hand for him to kiss. Aaron looked at it and considered his conundrum for a moment. To kiss the assassin in front of him's hand was to risk life and limb getting caught by Keira. They had him surrounded. What exactly was the thing to do here? He felt sure whatever he did, he'd get it wrong.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move. Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul? I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind was too far gone in his green abyss to comprehend.

** The Shifting Alliances** The night sky in Cairo hung heavy with the weight of secrets, danger, and a rapidly shifting tide of alliances. Ayesha sprinted through the labyrinth of the museum's underground tunnels, her heart still pounding from the encounter with her father. Azim Shah had claimed he had only wanted to protect her. That he had faked his death to keep her out of Kade’s reach. But the bitter truth of it all, the devastating revelation that the very man she had believed to be a hero was the creator of the very machine that had nearly destroyed her world, twisted her inside.

All their teammates had their own earpieces to stay coordinated and call for backup if needed. “I’m done,” Zekiel glanced at Hero, who now looked like he was drenched in his own blood, with a fake wound on his stomach. “Okay, move!” Hero immediately got out of the car and ran toward the main door as planned. “Argh! H-help! Someone help me!” Hero screamed, deliberately stumbling to make his act more convincing. The guards aimed their guns at him, but when they saw him collapse onto the floor, they rushed to help. “Grab him and take him inside!” shouted the man in charge of guarding the main entrance.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton