Assassin Creed Hood Novels & Stories

There happens to be just the last favrive I'll be needing for tonight's blow. An handkerchief, black in color. I manage to fold it … then carefully I tie it around my nose making my eyes show me the exact look as when I had dressed like a stripper and an assassin. Although I look the stripper more than the assassin but then who would be able to tell about looking like an assassin. I had never… noticed for Ice failed to hy the right target. Ince I have my eyes keys on them I get it done. My targets fall dead the moment I give them the last blow, be it a sharp knife, an hut,. Slump or if it meant suffocating them with my very own hands.

Every strike, every dodge, every snap of fangs was a declaration: Blackwood would not fall, not today, not to assassins, not to traitors. Finally, with a coordinated lunge, Kade and Lena struck simultaneously, claws and fangs tearing into the master assassin. The cloak fell back, revealing a scarred face, eyes blazing with hatred and disbelief. The assassin’s body crumpled to the stone floor, defeated but alive—barely.

His pale, skeletal face made his large frame look even more menacing, his steel gloves gleaming under the light. He had braids tied on his head with small bells attached, and he looked like he was here for nothing but trouble. His face was pale and so gaunt that there was not an ounce of flesh on him. However, his bone structure was exceptionally large, easily broad enough to make Harold and Elijah seem small beside him. He also wore gloves on his hands, but these were not iron ones. Instead, they were made of steel. This was Hakeem Brennan, another assassin from the western deserts. His appearance was nearly identical to the killer Andrew had just faced, except his braids were more numerous

he asked as he took a step closer to us. "Jayden–Alpha Jayden," I stammered, nodding my head and looking away from his eyes. "We're okay... now." David still panting, lowered himself to one knee. "You came just in time ..." Jayden gave no response to this, instead he turned around and looked at the dead bodies of the hooded assassins, and with a slow flick of his wrist he cleaned the blood from his sword against the robes of one of them, then he sheathed it in one smooth motion.

He simply said, still eyes roaming out. "Ok, I'll go." I told him. Ben stormed out of the hall. I saw Aaron when he stopped. "I hope Aaron must have thought something." Assassin said. I giggled. "I don't know that but you must have a plan to keep me safe if something unpleasant happens." He looked at me and smiled. "Yes, ma'am." "Ready, Cuñada?" Aaron said, holding out a hood. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, I'm a little devil now." I smiled, taking the white hood from him.

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

My wolf stirred uneasily, claws raking inside my chest, wanting to lash out, to hunt. Aaron crouched beside a body half-buried in ash. The soldier’s armor bore Eldoria’s crest, but his throat had been slit so cleanly it was nearly a second smile. “Not gunfire,” Aaron murmured. “Blades. Quick. Precise.” “Assassins,” I said tightly. “They came in shadows before the flames.” A groan caught my ear. I moved fast, dropping to my knees beside a man slumped against the charred wall of the tower. His breaths rattled, shallow, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes widened faintly at me.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

Cassius turned toward the shadows. A hooded assassin stepped forward. Silent. Deadly. Waiting. The noble's smile widened. "Bring me the boy." And for the first time since arriving in the capital, Aiden's life was officially in danger.

“There!” There’s a flash coming from her lighter, then a shadow fills the room. A man in a hood comes up the stairs, and for a moment they seem to have a confrontation. She tries to back out into the door, but the man grabs her by the neck, takes out a blade, and starts to strangle her. The hood has very specific design on the back. A silver arrow pointing up. I can’t watch. “Turn it off!” Andy obeys all too gladly, slamming on the keyboard to stop the video. “All of you can go now.”