Assassin's Creed Everything Is Permitted Novels & Stories

THE ASSASIN’S CREED. SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW The kitchen, with its gleaming marble and soft golden accents, suddenly felt like a stage set in a matter of seconds. Filled with nothing but everything flimsy and fake, it felt ready to collapse. I stared at Kirill, my mind struggling to bridge the gap between the man who had just tenderly held a straw to my lips and the man I’d just learned who had traveled the world ending lives for millions of dollars.

"Today, I'm the constant." The Assassin moved. It didn't run; it blurred. The first strike shattered a crystal pillar inches from her head. She rolled, the liquid nitrogen searing her cloak as she swept her spear in a wide arc. The Assassin caught the blade with its mechanical hand. The salt crystals flared, trying to drain the machine's energy, but the Assassin didn't flinch. "Pain is a legacy of the flesh," the Assassin said. "I have evolved beyond the legacy." It kicked Elara in the chest, sending her skidding across the slick, cold floor. Her spear clattered away, sliding toward the edge of the Marrow pool.

Realizing that Kay was now looking at him, Clyde then stood up before roaring, “Utter nonsense!” “Or so you say, Young Master Gower! I’m sure you know who’s the real person spouting nonsense here! In case you didn’t know, we managed to capture the assassins, and they’re currently right outside the city’s gates! With that in mind, I request that they be allowed in to confront their young master!” replied Yalinda with a cold smile on her face. “Permission granted!” declared Kay. A few minutes later, Tanner and Yale led the four assassins into the arena with the help of a few soldiers…

I cried, my body almost surrendering to his filthy touch. "Can you feel how hard you make me?" He said, his cock poking my entrance through his pants. "Drake, listen, I'm feeling so uncomfortable..." "Fucking let her go!" The cold familiar voice cut me off. Romeo’s voice cut through the room like ice. “Fucking let her go.” Drake froze. His hands were still on me, one gripping my waist, the other under the hem of my short dress. I felt the exact second his body tensed. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he released me and stepped back.

Training flooded my mind with hours of grueling practice with Celeste, her voice echoing through my memory like a battle hymn: "Your power doesn't ask permission, Luna. It doesn't negotiate or plead. It demands absolute submission." I raised my hand toward the approaching killers. "Submit." The word echoed through the clearing like the toll of a great bell, laced with the primal force buried deep in my blood the voice of queens and conquerors, of wolves who had ruled through strength and will for countless generations. One assassin dropped instantly, his knees slamming into the dirt with such force I heard bone crack. The others flinched as if struck, their fluid movements faltering as their

“And therefore we proceed with the ruling of this evening’s events. I would like to thank all of the challenging packs for their participation and a fine demonstration of the strength with which our next generation of Alphas will lead. What we forged tonight was the foundation of alliances and diplomacy as our kind moves forward in this world. “And therefore, due to unusual circumstances, Perrin was called back from our borders and the edge of exile to fulfill the Sacred Call, and in the process was able to retrieve Jesamine and bring her back into our care. Perrin, please step forward.” And he did, a large step towards the front of the platform, in full view. He stood tall, his weight carri

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

Taskmasters are the group of people who call for the assignments or tasks of each assassin in the association. They are the only ones with authorization to do so and know every phone number of every assassin. “This is your last assignment to approve your resignation. Your assignment is a woman. 24 years old, dangerous because he is an ex-assassin of The association. She killed a Council member so it has to be done no matter what. You will get paid 30 million. Are all the details given by your client clear, assassin?” Answered a deep voice across the line.

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

Vera hummed, feeling bad for her unintentional words. “Why is that?” Cassandra asked, not apprehending the reason for her strain. “Tabit was one of the few people who were taught to become an assassin.” Persephone told her, narrowing her eyes in dejection at Tabit’s form in front of them. “Is there any training for it?” Cassandra asked, tilting her head. “It’s illegal in Aziel yet it is happening to the kids who lost their parents. They force them to become an assassin.” Persephone told her the pain of it.