Assassin's Creed 2 Trailer Novels & Stories

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Until then my fate is sealed as hitman. The man comes into view as he exits the bathroom and goes to stand at the end of the bed where his playmate for the night awaits him. Here's my chance, a nice clean shot. With one tug of the trigger and my untraceable bullet entered through the right side of his skull and out the left leaving his limp body falling on the hysterical and scared sh*tless young lady wearing nothing but red lingerie. She was screaming to the top of her lungs with fear and confusion closing in on her.

I peaked into the small spot which was transparent but I could barely see anything because of all the smoke. I took out the dagger and tried to pick the lock but it took a lot of time and patience before the smoke hit my face and I started coughing. After using my hand to lessen the smoke, I caught a glimpse of Cassidy who was tied to a chair and unconscious. As I ran towards her I noticed the fire was spreading rapidly and was only a few steps away from her. I held my dagger tight and cut through the ropes and freed Cassidy from the chair and then carried her from the center of the circle to outside the gym.

He said and ended the call immediately "Shit!!" Jasper growled as he threw his phone angrily on the bed, conscious not to ruin it. He ran his hands through his hair angrily as he groaned frustrated. Seeing as he was calm while petting Belle earlier, one would think he was calm. He dashed into his study and pulled his laptop open. He quickly logged onto Twitter and the picture the assassin broadcasted earlier was trending. He clicked on it and zoomed in, it was clear and undeniable that the assassin was in his study and they seemed to be having a conversation.

absorbing the shock of the Assassin's strike. Kael provided the "Overclock," heating the Assassin's digital frame until its code began to "Loop." Elara delivered the "Absolute Zero," freezing the Assassin’s logic-gates in mid-swing. The Assassin didn't die; it Crashed. It fell to the floor of the station, a heap of flickering blue pixels that slowly dissolved into the station’s background noise. The Declaration Elara stood in the center of the Central Chamber, the eyes of a thousand species upon her. She didn't look like a refugee. She looked like a Conqueror.

Smoke billowed up, thickening and taking shape until an assassin stood before me. I heard Troy gasp, but I didn't look his way. The assassins eyes opened, the same violet color as the petals. "Who dares awaken me from my slumber?" Like the first encounter with an assassin, I said, "It is I, Jasmine. I'm here to take the piece of crown you protect." His violet eyes flashed with anger. "I will not allow that." He reached back and grabbed his swords from the sheaths at his back. "Prepare yourself for destruction."

His blade caught the second assassin across the chest, spraying blood in an arc of silver-edged death. Azric shimmered into view behind the fountain, eyes glowing, power crackling around him like an electrical storm looking for someone to murder. “You left the suite,” he growled inside my mind, his voice like thunder barely restrained. “I needed air,” I croaked, blood dripping from my lip. “You almost got killed.” “I noticed.” Sevrin kicked one of the assassins down hard, pressing his boot to the man’s throat. “How many more of these snakes do they have?”

She was suffocating and couldn't breathe. Flashes of her childhood where she gets locked up replayed in her mind. “Noo… stop,” She yelled, pinching herself to remain conscious. Kael, who had just left, had an uneasy feeling. As if his body was being controlled he rushed down to the dungeon. Opening the door, he saw her on the floor. As he reached out to touch her, her body trembled. “Don't… Don't hurt me,” She said while unconscious. “A traumatized assassin. How laughable,” Kael thought.

It looked devastating and divine at the same time. He felt its considerable heft in his hands, yet it simply didn’t feel right in his grip. “This is a bit much.” He went back to the screen and tapped on a few buttons and filtered out everything but the smart and nimble classes. He scrolled through what was left until he came on Assassin. It looked sleek and deadly, with all-black armor and access to a variety of razor-sharp weapons. Not only that, but the skills and powers it came with sounded pretty awesome and insane. Tornado Attack, Shadowblade, Triple Assassinate… Just their names drew him towards it.

" I phoned my long time friend Henry Salvatier. " Great! Very much in love man". His voice was full of enthusiasm. " Tsk! tsk! tsk ! you gave me goosebumps idiot", I remarked unbelievably. " Just wait your time asshole. You can't get rid of it when cupid hits you", he teased me.