Assassin Creed Unity Elise Novels & Stories

She added a deep burgundy ribbon around her collar instead of the standard navy tie; it brought out the cool tone of her pale skin and made her eyes gleam just a little more dangerously. Elara descended the staircase with a grace that made the staff pause. She wasn’t haughty. Just composed. A porcelain blade sheathed in velvet. Selene was already at the bottom, dressed in the same uniform but looking less refined. Her ponytail was loose, her skirt a touch wrinkled, and her smile too eager. “Elara,” she said sweetly. “I had Marius prepare the car. We can ride together today.” Elara didn’t slow her pace. “I’ve already made other arrangements.”

When it finally ended, she rose immediately, gathering her papers like they were shields, and stumbled out without waiting for any confrontation. But I had to see her, so I came up with a reason to. Standing by the door, I took a deep breath and knocked. “Come in,” her voice called from outside. She looked dashing in that navy-blue dress that hugged her skin, and her ponytail sat gracefully on her head. Not for one minute did she look swayed by my presence. “Elara,” She turned, arms crossed. “Sebastine, what do you want?” “I just need a minute…”

she said quietly. ‎Mateo gave the slightest nod. ‎Then everything happened at once. ‎Gunfire. ‎Shouting. ‎Chaos. ‎It wasn’t clean. ‎It never was. ‎Isabella moved on instinct. ‎She didn’t freeze. ‎Didn’t hesitate. ‎A man came toward her. ‎Gun raised. ‎Too close. ‎She reached for the nearest weapon. ‎Turned. ‎Fired. ‎The sound echoed loudly. ‎The man dropped instantly. ‎Everything slowed for a second.

She walked through the hallway quietly, her expression unchanged, her steps steady. Then “Ivy.” The voice stopped her. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Eliana Scott. Ivy faced her calmly. Eliana stood a few steps away, perfectly composed as always. Aria Cole and Zara Blake stood behind her, silent but watchful. This wasn’t casual. This was deliberate. “You’ve been… interesting lately,” Eliana said lightly. Her tone was pleasant. Her eyes weren’t. “I didn’t realize being quiet was interesting,” Ivy replied.

Faces covered. Ricardo raised his gun. “Ambush!” Bullets ripped through the air. I dove behind a desk, heart racing. Glass shattered. Matteo returned fire. Luca crawled toward cover, blood dripping from his shoulder again. And then, as suddenly as it began, the gunfire stopped. A voice echoed through the vault. “You were always going to come here, Elias.” My spine stiffened. It was female. Calm. Familiar. “Show yourself!” I yelled. A figure stepped out of the shadows.

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused

“What are you doing..? He didn’t answer. He only leveled his gun at Lucien. Elise smiled again, satisfied. “You see, darling? I didn’t have to kill you. I just had to remind him who he really works for.” Lucien’s jaw tightened. “You brainwashed him.” “No,” Elise said smoothly. “I gave him purpose.” Lightning flashed through the window, illuminating the three of them caught in a perfect standoff—Lucien bleeding from an old wound, Ariella struggling against her ropes, and Elise watching like a queen at the center of her own twisted game.

Whoever had pulled the trigger was still hidden, watching, waiting to strike again. But they had underestimated her strength—and her willingness to fight back. Now, more than ever, Elise was ready to defend everything she’d built, even if it meant risking everything she’d hidden. Because Elena Cruz was more than just an alias. She was Elise’s only shield—and she wouldn’t let anyone rip it from her again.

Mira’s voice shouted above the chaos, steel ringing as she fought unseen figures darting between rooftops. The attackers weren’t lone assassins. They were a unit—four, maybe five, all masked, moving with soldier-like precision. Two with bows, two with curved blades closing in through the smoke. Elise pushed Kai off her and rolled, ducking as a sword hacked into the carriage where her head had been. Splinters flew. Her training screamed at her: move or die. She seized a fallen spear from a guard’s body, pivoted, and thrust upward. The assassin hissed as the point sliced across his shoulder.

The way Elisa had led the team was extraordinary, and I could see my men followed her instructions without any issue, she was born for this life, and she fit right into it. Matteo leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, his gaze shifting between the screen and me. "She didn't hesitate at all," he said quietly. "No. She didn't." I replied. He hesitated. "She surprises me every time, her focus during each mission is unmatched, there is no time for dramatics." I glanced at him. "True, don't forget she was an assassin before, so being focused is not an issue for her." He nodded slowly. "Yeah, you are right and we both trained her well."