Assassin's Creed Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Nikolai followed, less rigid, more casual, but there was that perpetual edge to him, like a blade left just within arm’s reach. “Any update on the corpse?” I didn’t bother with pleasantries. Killian nodded. “We identified him. Red Cross Assassin. Name’s Ryker. Excommunicated from the Ukrainian Guild, recruited into the Cross four years ago. He was one of their best.” I cocked a brow. “They sent one of their best into my house, and he got snapped like a twig?” Killian hesitated. “Declan did it.” Nikolai folded his arms, looking vaguely impressed. “It wasn’t luck, either. I watched him fight earlier. He challenged me to a duel thinking I was just ‘stalking’ him. He gave me a run for my credits

Zeve knit her brows as I took away the dagger from her hands and threw it far away from us. “You are mine. In the previous life, in this life, and in all the lives to come. You are mine. My assassin. My beloved assassin. You thought you could kill me and run away? Bad luck on a drunk night like this when I have finally found you in this life. You know what we do with assassins here?” I spoke against her parted lips that twitched because of my every breath. She tried hard to speak initially. Then she gave up and leaned in to kiss me when I looked to the side, avoiding her lips.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

I pulled back. “Right? I am not being misogynistic, right?” “So, I looked into it well.” “What is that?” “She was supposed to marry a Kevin Hart. I bet you knew this before you married her. They were supposed to be married on the day you married her instead.” I nodded my head at his accuracy and then sat upright. The narrative of the story has changed deeply. When this had happened, Kevin had not hidden his identity when he reached out to Xandro to kill Lyra, his new wife as at that time.

So does Nessa. “Tell me the rest of the plan.” It is as close to restoration as I can come in this moment. “He’s hired another assassin,” she babbles. “A local rogue who’s already down in the city somewhere. The night before your wedding, he’s going to kill your mother and brother in their beds and make it look like Dun’s Crossing wants you alone. Dependent on them for support.” Hot fear spikes through me. I grip the back of the couch to keep my feet. Danger surrounds us on all sides. Different pieces of information buffet me, and my mind swirls uselessly.

Felix gleefully shouted unable to hold it in anymore as he pinched her cheeks making it red from the pinch making her look more adorable. • - •)my what?!........thought Fanah as she acted shock on the surface. Felt good when you act sweet and adoring. "Pu" Lewis who cannot hold it anymore fell as blood trickled down from his nose, who made their sister have the beauty that could cause downfall of cities. Where was the dignity he was keeping? Ahh forget it who cares about dignity when faced with such an enchanting sight. "Young master please restrain yourself, your hurting young lady."

“You can’t help me to feel jealous, Alex. You’ve been pushing me away for quite a while and then to see you having the hots for that prick, well, it’s not running well with me. Tell me, who’s the better and wilder lover?” “A$$hole!” Alex spat when Damon grinned at her teasingly on that question. She shook her head smiling, glad that the tense atmosphere between them is over. She run a hand over her one leg, making sure her gun is secured. “I do hope nothing out of the ordinary will happen tonight.”

They would have to find an entirely different apartment, purchased furniture once again, even find a new school to enrol—he was scheduled to start in two days. He wanted to stay with Aunt Judy, start his new school in the next few days, find new friends and have as many guests over in his brand new apartment, finally living alone do the first time. As much as he was afraid, the fury was starting to overshadow it; he didn't want to have to lie to his parents while he fled the city, afraid of an outcome that may never even happen. Besides, why would a mafia assassin yakuza want to murder newly senior high school student Nate Kennedy? Out of all they most likely had to deal with?

Alessia struggled—kicking, clawing, trying to summon luminous, but her cores sputtered. The assassin leaned close and whispered, “You were never meant to survive.” Alessia was dumbfounded. Her blood went cold. He dragged her closer. “Your rebirth ruined everything.” Her heart stopped. Kael’s blade slashed across the assassin’s back, ripping cloth and skin, but the man didn’t release her. Ariadne screamed her stepdaughter’s name. The Moon King surged forward, lunar power igniting. But the assassin whispered again, soft and almost gentle.

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c