Assassin Creed Hero Novels & Stories

my younger self pleaded. " I will have forgotten if it was someone else but you Caspian, you are my blood. Reason why,I can't forget, and believe me brother you have to pay."he finished in a cold voice. His laughter reverberated while he disappeared. A chill traveled down my spine and I opened my eyes only to realize, I was having my usual nightmare. It was just a nightmare but less scary than others. My name is Caspian di Luca, Alpha of the 'Rising Stars pack'. My parents Ashton and Katana di Luca are known for their unique skills with sword fighting.

I nodded and gave her a hug before hurrying out of the school compound, driving until I reached a local grocery store which held a fading neon sign reading, The Place. As a hideout for an organization which trains people to become assassin's, that name should sound suspicious to anyone. I carefully pushed the glass door causing a bell sound to echo throughout the whole grocery shop. My eyes quickly drafted to Derick who was dressed in a yellow short sleeves and blown short khakis who sat behind the cashier desk. Derick is more the cashier of The Place and also like security for our organization. He is twenty seven years old and has been working here since he was sixteen. He has a slender bui

A martial arts practitioner one step away from the Realm of Demigod but was unexpectedly betrayed by his brother and finally perished here. Both of them read the text engraved on the wall simultaneously. The text mentioned that Blade Hero was a rare genius of the ancient martial arts world. At the tender age of twenty years old, he had gained his fame in the ancient martial arts world, his skills were peerless, and after some hard work, he figured out a method to escalate into the Realm of Demigod. When the timing was ripe, Blade Hero found himself a suitable place, ready to break through into the Realm of Demigod. So, he asked his buddy, Quinn Newman, to protect him.

Instantaneously, he pulls out his other arm from behind his attacker, slashing a long deep gash on the assassin’s backside… Three points for me, dickhead! Instead of a scream, all Hero heard from his opponent was a long intake of breath and then the bastard was already standing steadily despite the deep bloody wound on his back. What the hell... For a moment, the young military man feels like he’s fighting his twin. The same style of recovery, the same cologne, almost the same knife skills… ”FREEZE motherfucker!” Hero pauses for a moment upon hearing the loud command coming from the back. That was his mistake…

“Then, it must really be good because I care about you a lot.” Argent releases a relaxed chuckle and leans back on the chair’s backrest as he runs his gaze down my naked chest. “If we’re going to be together, you have to know, Pen. I’m not just a grunt who works for a government agency. I’m one of the top directors of an organization of Assassins. Some powerful people wish me ill, and you might be in danger of simply being with me. I’ll protect you, but I need you to know this because I don’t want you coming in blind. Right now, I’m on the hunt for a former friend who has betrayed me. I was searching for him the night that we met─ the night of the auction. I’ve known Sebastian for years, and

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.

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

“Anyone from the priestess circle can access my kill records.” “The goddess said you were a skeptic” Honor chuckled, pulling a picture from her dress pocket, and handing it to me. My blood ran cold as I looked at the image in my hand. It was a picture of the King, his face well known throughout Cerathe, and beside him stood the rogue. My first assignment. I stumbled to the couch, collapsing onto it at the far end from the priestess as my mind raced through all of my kills, questioning if I had been killing innocents all along.

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a