Assassin Creed Hood Novels & Stories

Nicholas tightened hold of his gun as the figure stepped into the faint moonlight. The man was covered by a black hood, and he couldn't see his face yet; his posture seemed calm and unthreatening. “ Don't you dare move,” Nicholas growled. “Easy man, I'm not here to fight,” The man said slowly, raising his hands. Luke stepped out of the cabin, his gun in hand pointing at the man. “ You have ten seconds to explain what you are doing here unless I pull the trigger”

Lyph~ the soul which resided within the baby's body, was a notorious Killer. Killed thousands of lives, be it corrupted or innocent as it was her job. She was also a weapon smith, but only making weapons for herself, deadly kinds of weapons, many even wished for her to make theirs too, but she refused nonetheless.

I immediately cover my mouth. Mr. Hoodie arch his brow first then furrow his brows in confusion. He's still did not notice that his hood was off his face. All this time I am talking to God's ultimate masterpiece?! He still can't figure out why am I staring at him like an idiot so I shakily pointed at his hoodie. He touch his head and realized what I am saying. I can't take my eyes off his face. His bluish-grey eyes partnered with that breathtaking face is so lethal. Black glossy thick hair, aristocratic nose, prominent jaw and cheek bones. Pink pouty lips.

He immediately packed his back and headed to his next destination. After staggering in his black Slither Armor for around 7 miles by foot he finally exited the outermost boundaries of his public shelter. The very next second a black pair of majestic wings sprouted behind his back. With just a single flap his feet left the ground. He jolted towards the eastern sky like a bolt of lightning. Just when Creed dashed in the sky, a group of 18 assassins hiding in several distincts spots looked at each other and nodded. One of them pulled up his watch close and barked.

I learnt a long time ago , there's no point of speaking , when none is going to value your words . Third person pov : Hoor was looking stunning in her deep red lehnga. Her step mother always felt wary of her .Hoor had gotten the best features of her father and mother . Hoor's step sister was a year older than her. She was beautiful with her black hair and grey eyes , but it was nothing compared to Hoor. Her stepmother didn't want any troubles for her own daughter(Aiza) thats why, decided to marry her off . ........... On the other hand , Arhaan was standing in front of mirror wearing a black 3 piece, combing his hair when his phone started ringing . He picked the call , seeing it was from h

Ronan ordered, placing himself in front of me. A shadow dropped from the rooftop. Steel flashed. I screamed as Ronan shoved me aside. The assassin moved fast—too fast for human eyes—but Ronan was faster. He caught the attacker mid-lunge, shifting partially as he slammed him into the stone wall. Bones cracked. The assassin laughed. “You’re too late, Alpha,” the man hissed. “The Moon has already chosen.” Ronan ripped his throat out. Blood sprayed across the courtyard. I stared, frozen, horror and something darker twisting in my gut.

--- The hooded assassin lowered his bow. "I never miss." He turned to leave. A deep voice stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?" The assassin spun around. General Kael stood behind him with four Blackstone warriors. The assassin smirked. "So..." "They sent the Alpha's right hand." Kael drew his sword. "They sent the man who's going to bring you back alive." --- Below, Miguel carefully lifted Lynnek into his arms. Her breathing had become shallow. "I can't..." She winced.

“You have one hour before the footages will be deleted, Montgomery. I said you get to it immediately.” Alex walked beside Zach, clutching her bleeding arm. “Was Saood here?” “No. But that man you shot on the legs is one of his leaders,” Damon replied. “Looks like you added another line on his list against you.” “F8ck.”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Brothers shouted, coughing, dragging bodies out into the yard. The stench of smoke and blood filled the air, thick and choking. And through the chaos, I saw Knox standing by the gate, a gun in his hand and a smirk on his face. Beside him, men I didn’t recognize, Reaper colors stitched into their cuts. My heart dropped. He turned just enough for me to see the glint in his eyes before walking away, vanishing into the smoke like the devil himself. “Knox!” I shouted, but my voice drowned in the roar of the fire.