Assassin Creed Hood Novels & Stories

She watches the man, his face, his expression, and the sinister smile that made her sick in her stomach. Brushing Dimitrios's hands off her shoulder she ran in front where the John was standing in front of the hanging and battered body. Derek's eyes were almost drooping but he didn't miss the chance to watch her pulling out the revolver from its holster of John. John was quick enough to grab a hold of Iris before she pulled the trigger pointing the gun at Derek. A strange smile appeared on his face watching the little girl acting like an assassin suddenly. "An assassin always remains an assassin." He mumbled with great difficulty but couldn't complete when another punch landed on his face an

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

He heard a crack and his head snapped back. “Shit.” Shadow Hunter cursed aloud and slowly let his leg down on the muddy puddle. A mask was set over the bridge of his nose, covering his face from the nose down. “Hi there!” He grinned from under his mask. And he instantly pulled out a sharp, long knife. Erdem had completely turned around by then and before the assassin could position himself, Erdem was already in front of him. Erdem pushed the knife out of his hold with a strike and his other hand collided with the assassin’s jaw squarely.

His heartbeat thundered. “Lies,” Sang-woo spat. “You’re desperate, Lazarus.” But Lazarus only laughed—a cruel, low sound. “Desperate? No. Patient. Do you think I didn’t plant my seeds long before tonight?” He lifted a hand and snapped his fingers. From the shadows behind the crates, another figure emerged. Hood pulled low, movements deliberate. The team instantly went on edge, weapons raised. When the hood fell back, Soo-ah’s breath caught in his throat.

said the third men, Athen and Hugo till then got on back on their feet and was now prepared for any attack. "Who are you?" asked Hugo, "Please allow me to introduce ourselves" said the third man "We are special assassin squad of Zuk that was sent to find and eliminate you both, My name is Bolan and these two are Jin and Axel", Hugo after hearing this knew Zuk has already been informed about his presence, looking at them Hugo said "I need to kill all three of you now", the trio started laughing and mocking Hugo. "You look confident" said Jin grabbing another spear, fighting in a two vs three match it wasn't fair, wasn't fair for the trio because they didn't realized who they was facing, Hugo

A hooded figure with glowing green eyes stepped out from the black smoke, pointing a long silver crossbow directly at my chest! "Target confirmed!" the assassin shouted, his voice synthesized and metallic. "The Solis bloodline ends tonight!" A heavy silver bolt coated in black Void-poison shot through the air, speeding straight for my heart! I was standing on burned, charred feet, my energy drained from the trials. I couldn't move in time! "ARIA!" A dark shadow dropped from the fifty-foot royal box like a falling meteor! Malakai hit the arena floor, his broadsword flashing in the dark!

There are three earrings pierced in each of his earlobe and one silver earring in the pointy end of his right ear. He have a deep straight scar in his left cheek and knitted against the fair skin of his neck is a black arrow tattoo. "I heard," the hooded man grumbled, "but you could have done a better job" "Hey! My plan was perfect," the elf retorted, "if weren't only for that girl who noticed my arrows." "Whose that girl anyway?" He added. "She's just a new apprentice." The hooded man answered. "Oh, don't worry about it though, I have another plan." He informed, "I just need to know the new security system of the palace and kill the Royal Family during their beauty sleep."

He finally put it to good use. The assassin coughed as he finally managed to breathe. He looked behind him to identify his assailant, only to find out an unfamiliar person dressed in a casual hoodie and sweatpants. He was wearing black, rectangle glasses, and his hair was unkempt. Jay also noticed blood pouring out of his nose. Where the f*ck did this dude come from??? "Aish… how I hate blood…" The man murmured to himself. "What was that?" Jay immediately smacked his mouth for uttering such a dumb question. He just couldn't sit still when someone in front of him said something he couldn't hear!

The girl who had shaken the Academia to its bones. He reached the door. Hand ghosting over the handle. He never felt the blade that took his life. A figure appeared behind him. Cloak of shifting moonlight. White porcelain mask. No features. Black hoodie failing to conceal his horns. Dagger. The assassin whose reputation was whispered in the darkest corners of the underworld. SHING. Twin blades carved through the intruder's throat before he could gasp. Surgical. Brutal. Efficient. Dagger kicked the corpse into a pocket dimension. Bored flick of his boot. Not a single drop of blood stained the carpet.

“Frustrating, isn’t it? I went through thirty-eight weapons before I found mine.” “His was a shovel,” Rion deadpans. Edward laughs. “It was not a shovel. It was a halberd. It only looked like a shovel because it was a prototype. You know this, Rion.” I laugh too, but it’s strained. The farther I go, the more ridiculous I feel. What if I’m the only one who doesn’t get a weapon? What if I’m a different type of hunter altogether? Worse—what if I’m not actually a hunter at all? What if someone made a mistake?