Assassin's Creed Everything Is Permitted Novels & Stories

James was standing in front of his car silently smoking his cigarette. Blake walked over to him and said, “We’re here, James. We should move out.” The others greeted, “James.” James looked at them. All nine of them were SSS-ranked assassins. Moreover, Blake was the Assassin King. James lightly waved his hand. “Let’s wait for a little while longer.” Blake did not ask any questions and instead waited patiently. Ten minutes later, a pickup truck stopped in front of James and the others. The door opened, and the Blithe King, who was in casual wear, got off. Looking at James, he pointed at the compartment and said, “Everything you need is in there.”

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

He locked his gaze directly on my stomach. "The spark must be extinguished," the assassin rasped, his voice sounding like two heavy stones grinding together. "Before the unborn king rises." "Touch her and I'll gut you!" Maya roared, lunging forward with her dagger! "Maya, NO!" I screamed! The assassin didn't even flinch. With terrifying, speed, he dodged Maya’s strike, grabbed her by the wrist, and slammed her violently against a heavy stone pillar! CRACK!

he added, grinning even while getting scolded. “You should say that in front of our Emperors. I’m sure they’ll leave you behind on Pollux. Wait—were you at the match and filmed it?” “There weren’t any rules about filming, Captain Natisa. I even made a good profit selling that video. I can now buy luxury items for my future mate.” She rolled her eyes. “Even without rules, what you did was wrong. Filming without consent is forbidden. Have you learned nothing from all our training, Tsega? This is why I don’t like young warriors—you’re all hard-headed.”

“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.

My fingers gripped his neck, piercing his skin. "Let me die," he muttered. "Like death will give you relief," I spat. "And I already know they are alive! What are the names of the nobles?" Broderick opened his mouth, but instead of telling me the name I needed to hear, his breath fell from his lungs and into my face. His heart stopped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh, a record," the Assassin said passively as he tapped his watch. "FUCK!" I threw Broderick's body to the ground. My foot kicked into his side until sweat beaded on my brow. Taking one of the Assassin's knives, I stabbed Broderick's heart repeatedly until I was pulled away. "Fucking hell! Let me go!"

“I guess that’s part of the Confradia package.” I nod my head. “Yeah, it’s not too late for you, man. Get out while you still can.” Corbin rolls his eyes in reply. Corbin is Priest’s brother. To Priest’s consternation, Corbin joined the Confradia two years ago at the age of nineteen. Even though, like me, he’s joined the others in missions, he’s not an Assassin. Corbin works on weapons research. He’s a freaking genius in modifying and creating weapons that have revolutionized the Confradia’s killing strategies. Since he joined the Confradia, our fighting tactics have evolved to a whole new level of calm.

Assassin S. “Regardless, I pray when we get our freedom, and start building our families, my daughter won't rat me out in that manner,” “There's probably something that made her do it. A driving factor, yeah,” the second remarked. A boy with the letter D. We were offloading our equipment into our lockers, taking everything but our face masks off. “Like what? That's…an unforgiving but bold move,” the third girl commented. Assassin V. I stayed out of their conversation, taking the blades out of every pocket and tossing my bags into the locker. They went on and on, arguing and debating over the topic like there was pay attached to who makes the most reasonable argument.

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

I paced in my cell waiting for confirmation that my order had gone out. “Marcus. Kill him.” I ordered the moment the medic confirmed someone had received my message. “Sir? Please no!” the man begged. “He will talk. There is a reason medics aren’t in the field. They can’t be trusted to keep secrets under pressure. Now, kill him.” Marcus moved toward the medic, the limited space in the cell leaving him nowhere to run. The man’s pleas were cut off in short order when my assassin ripped his throat out, wrinkling his nose in disgust as the body fell to the floor.