Assassin's Creed Everything Is Permitted Novels & Stories

Percy spoke out loud while his stern grey eyes eyed the woman's features clinically. The last guy to be selected was a big guy built like a hunk, with ripped muscles and a face like Batista. He goes by the name Blockbuster, thirty-eight years old, wields a very large ax also a delta. " So we have our assassin picked and ready to be notified. Signal the chat room, " Percy orders. Another guy in the room opened up the laptop in front of him and began to click furiously on it while the others waited. He focused intensely on his task for about five minutes before he looked up in the direction of Percy. " Done sir. "

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

“You have orders, so you might as well follow them.” “Miss Lila,” Simon raised his voice in warning. “Do not order my assistant around.” “Doctor Simon, are you telling me you need an order from my father before you give me the same amount of respect?” She retorted and I found myself riled up at the disrespectful tone. “I don’t know who your father is,” I said with bite. “But he certainly wouldn’t be able to order us to procure these items either. Only the permission of the Alpha is required. These items are prohibited and shouldn’t be in civilian hands.”

"You know this is a neutral zone. Nobody is allowed to arm weapons. Put that thing back in your necklace or you'll kill someone." "Mira!" Creed's ass began to sweat, his throat dried up seeing the deadly tool being handled so casually. "Why do you have such a dangerous weapon in a place like this?" "Oh right! You didn't know, little brother." Akash jumped in to explain further, "Actually, most of us here have a few secret assassination tools with us. That's because we are the privileged children of reputable clan heads and elders. Not trying to brag, but you can say that this is a necessary countermeasure if something goes wrong."

Alex nodded, gripping her fists. Don Ramon approached and handed her the hard case and a laptop. He watched as she opened it, revealing a phone, a customized, automatic handgun, and some communication devices. He gave instructions on how to use the weapon as well as informing her that his number, along with his assigned man and father had already been encoded and the phone is encrypted and could not be trace if she will make a call.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

Umbra Assassin (quietly): “Arion doesn’t care what was forbidden. He only cares what works.” Ceres (clenching her fists): “Then anyone he’s touched... could be a weapon.” Xavier (Steely): “We need to know who. How many?” Umbra Assassin: “I can give you the list. Or most of it. But I want amnesty. Protection. Not just for me—” She places her hand on her belly. Umbra Assassin (firmly): “For us.” Ceres (after a long silence): “What’s your name?”

he warned again and Alessa raised her middle finger to him and turned to the door. “I am an assassin, what’s the worst that can happen?”

"His men were always around. One wrong move, I'd be Swiss cheese before I could complete the mission." Olek shook his head. "Save that bullshit for some rookie who'll swallow it. Not me. You're one of the best assassins breathing, Raven. With top-tier training. I've seen you end a man with a goddamn paperclip without blinking. Thigh holsters, ring blades, poison lipstick. You could've garroted him mid-fuck and walked away whistling. But no. You've lost the plot entirely. Sleeping with the man you're supposed to kill. The man who murdered your sister."

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.