Assassin Creed Hood Novels & Stories

“Then we gather them. Quietly. Before the council’s spies tighten their net.” Above them, on a rooftop blurred in darkness, a figure crouched. The assassin’s breath was steady, eyes cold as he watched the pair speak below. He did not move, did not whisper. His task was only to follow, to mark where the flame walked so the strike could be planned with precision. His hand tightened on the dagger at his belt, itching for the command that would come soon enough. ⸻

a smirk played on Myeen's face, but Jasper's was quiet, serene, oh but Hannah could see the simmering hot white rage. "I'll kill you and take your woman." "Over my dead body." "Ah, soon, Jasper. Soon." Hooded figures assailed Hannah, two... Four... And from no where Ànemos burst forward, a rip in his shirt sleeve and blood dripping down his arm. And soon the hooded men who came upon her like pests began to drop dead. "Go to Jasper, princess!" "But-" "Go now! I've got this!" She nodded briefly and turned around, and what she saw petrified her,

And now only less than then assassins are left standing. One of the assassins took off its mask. It is a middle aged man. A man familiar to me. "El Morte," I said under my breath. It is the name of the guild. And the man who took of his mask is one of their first class assassins, Franco. I know him because we once fought but he escaped when he got severely injured. Didn't know he actually survived that. "Isn't it ironic? Werewolves are very strict when it comes to morality, and yet you are with an assassin from House of Spades?" Franco said playfully as his eyes drifted to me.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

on all my targets; I always knew where they were. He was at a late-night gala event at a private garden. I headed to my hidden weaponry stash, picking out a long-range sniper rifle and a silencer. Today, I wasn't going for a "planned accident." I was going for a direct, unbranded bullet through the skull. An hour later, I was perched on a rooftop overlooking the garden. I blended into the shadows seamlessly, finding her father through the scope. He was sitting on a stone bench with Raina’s mother, away from the crowd.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

Archon sent another barrage of images, It showed the crew of the scald crow healthy and alive, and then the spade hood came along and left them mummified corpses. “It's been feeding on the life force of living people. Is that why its power is limited?” another big green checkmark appeared in his mind. Warren mulled over his options, He could attack right now and get some of his friends back. However, it meant someone would have to be left behind. He could wait, but the Spade Hood seemed strongest at night, and his chances grew slimmer. Archon suggested they pull back for the time being until they could free their friends.

I reassured him. "OK, What do you want to do?" he asked after a moment of silence. "We are setting a trap for him. Up till now, we don't know why he has been killing our members but if there is one thing we are sure of it is that one of the objectives is to set fear into our hearts. That is why his next prey is going to be a trap. So far he has only been killing maids from the kitchen and our soldiers. We know the range of ages he has chosen and I want you to release all the soldiers at the borders from their duty and invite them all to the party. Place only six maids in the kitchen and none of them should know of the mission. Finally, ask 12 warriors who took the blood oath to be around the

His hand drifted to the small of his back, where I glimpsed the butt of a pistol. “Stay behind me,” he murmured. The boat bumped the dock. The man stepped forward, lean and angular, a hood shadowing his face. “You’re late,” he said in a voice smooth as oil. “Storm,” the repairman replied. “And a tail.” The hooded man’s gaze flicked to me. “Is this her?” I stiffened. “Who are you?” “Someone who wants Aaron Cole’s kingdom burned to the ground,” he said. “And you’re holding the match.”