Assassin Creed Hood Novels & Stories

But then I heard a gunshot and saw a bullet hit my attacker's hand, causing him to lose his grip on the knife and scream in agony, and it was followed by another bullet being shot to my attacker's head, causing all of his blood to splatter in front of me and killing my attacker instantly, and his body dropping above my own, which had fallen to the ground. What the hell happened? Nisha’s Pov When night falls, I have already positioned myself on a building near the company that is the ideal area to conceal and shoot someone surreptitiously. While I was waiting for the right moment to assassinate him, I watched what he was doing via the binoculars and saw he was talking to someone affectionatel

The sound of gunshot resounded and the bullet immediately wasted on the protective shield. Zenos suddenly threw the protective shield at the assassin’s hand. Caught off guard, the gun in the assassin’s hand fell instantly. Hayden, who was unable to watch everything go like that or stay still, ran to the door a few minutes after Zenos left the place. Watching Zenos handle those amounts of assassins, his heart was caught in his throat. Seeing the fight get more intense with every second that ticked, Hayden quickly stepped out of the place, unable to watch his man do everything on his own. Hayden and Zenos are together; he should be able to share Zenos’s burden.

The grand windows that usually framed endless ocean views were shattered, and the peaceful quiet had been replaced with the sound of gunfire and chaos. AS03, the head of the assassin team, stood amidst the carnage. His expression was impassive as his men executed the remaining guards, their bodies slumped across the marble floors, crimson staining the pristine white tiles. The plan had been simple, get in, take her, and leave no witnesses. But Hazel wasn’t here, and neither was Harden.

Untraceable. The first to step out of the armored black SUV was MADWOLF—HY. Towering, sharp-eyed, wild. He didn’t wear madness on his sleeve—he wore it in his grin. His fingers hovered over the hilt of the curved blade strapped to his side, aching for chaos, for blood, for permission. “Two guards. Balcony. High-grade rifles,” HY muttered, voice low and eager. “Permission to make it messy?” Behind him, MADCROW—ER—was already hacking into the building’s security with fingers moving faster than thought. His custom wrist rig blinked under the sleeve of his tactical jacket. “Cameras looping. Alarms frozen. Going dark in three... two…”

Of prayers and quiet waiting. Until something shifted. It was the sound of breath, not Samarth's, but another — swift, measured, barely audible. A presence entered from the terrace, shadow sliding over stone, silent and sleek. Dressed in midnight black, the assassin landed with precision, like a panther stalking prey. The face was covered — only the eyes glinted beneath the hood, sharp and cold.

Just then, one of Louise's men bursts inside frantically, sweat and blood all over him as he tries to form words, but the sight if his boss kneeling down in pain and a hooded figure above him has the man panicking even more, making him stumble backwards. "Ch-ch-choseng...Saja..." He mutters in Korean. Soralina stares at the man in confusion, but just then, the man's head burst into a red puddle of gore and blood right when the final shot rings out in the air, making them all jump from their skin while Soralina hides Theo's face in her chest. The sound of heeled boots clicking reaches their ears as the second hooded figure enters inside, pocketing his gun with his face hidden behind a handker

I secretly pressed the alarm on my sports watch, Haressa received it. “Let's go!" he says. Oba immediately acted and together they raised their guns that had silencers. While Glendy and I slowly pulled out the mini-hunting knives that were currently hidden in our hair. Both men didn't notice because their conversation was serious. When I got the small mini-hunting knife, it immediately slashed Yin Tong's neck. “Assassin—”

When he reached me, he stopped just a few steps away. “You’re late,” I said, keeping my voice hard. The hooded man didn’t apologize. He didn’t bow. He didn’t even nod. He simply said, “You have news for me.” I swallowed and nodded. “Yes. About the attack.” He stood perfectly still, waiting. I took a breath. “It failed.” The wind blew harder, but the hooded man didn’t move at all. I continued, “The assassins never came back. They never sent the finished signal. I waited, but… there was nothing.”

One name crossed out in red. ~~~~~~~~~~~ CAIRO — SAME NIGHT Lorenzo took the rooftop. The Hassim Syndicate thought they were untouchable, tucked between diplomats and warlords. They weren’t prepared for a De Rossi with a silenced pistol and ten years of grudges. He struck during a backroom auction—weapons, girls, passports. The lights went out. When they came back on, Lorenzo was already standing in the center, gun raised, calm as death. Three seconds. Five shots. Two head, three heart.

she said in a commanding tone The assassins dropped not from fear but from force their knees cracked against the metal bar floor,One tried to raise his rifle his arm bent backward at the elbow with a wet snap. Lila stood frozen near the dais, mouth open. Aurora turned to her. “Go.” “go” Lila she screamed.Lila didn’t move. “Now.”she screamed Lila ran. Aurora faced the assassins there were five now more of them coming in through the breach. The woman in the red hood stepped forward, pushing back her mask. Her face was beautiful they looked ageless. Her eyes were the same gold as Aurora’s. “Sister,” she said. “You’ve awakened her too early.”Aurora raised her head “You’re not my sister.”