Assassin's Creed In The Future Novels & Stories

They’re really freaky. But that’s not the only downside of it. Just because he had surgery, it doesn’t mean his eyesight is that of a normal person. He describes his vision as something you see in a video game or an animated movie. He says it’s like a 3-D game. Don’t get me wrong, the guy is and will always be a badass. Before he became a Confradia Assassin, Priest was Navy Seal. He’s trained in various forms of combat and speaks several languages. Even when he was blind, he could kick ass. He still walks around with a walking stick and uses the thing as a weapon. He’s a serious legend in the Confradia. Not to mention that the man is a serious chick magnet.

Jack is the only person in the palace who knows I'm an assassin and that's because dad usually send us out on a mission together. One thing with Jack is that he never gives up on a mission till it's accomplished but I'll be damn if I let him take my victory. I'm not going to let him kill Aris, like I said the prince is mine to kill. I searched around the park, using my eyes to scan everywhere looking for anything out of normal/ordinary. I froze when I saw a hitman's gun at a top building across the street. Oh shit no! He's planning on shooting him.

But his third eye will give light under a fire on him. Is Zerryl the future prepossessing woman of Eric? Please be ready for the incoming chapters.

"Make sure they don't make such mistakes in the future or else I'm afraid you and your pack members won't be present here apologizing for their mistakes." The rest of the meeting was spent talking about the mysterious hidden alliance or hidden enemy, the dead assassins, and the possibility of an impending lurking danger. When most of the present wolves called the mysterious assassins allies, a large number of them were unwilling to accept them as allies. As the meeting and discussions progressed, Aiden's thoughts were elsewhere. The meeting ended with the adoption of new safety protocols and the agreement to conduct additional research on the assassins' dead bodies and weapons. Aiden walked

the assassin sneered in a raspy and distorted voice. The assassin raised a jagged steel blade high into the air and prepared to drive it down into Conrad's neck. "Hey! Stop right there before I scream for the King!" I shouted from the bushes and reached for a broken iron trellis spike lying in the dirt next to me.

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.

“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.

I nodded and gave her a hug before hurrying out of the school compound, driving until I reached a local grocery store which held a fading neon sign reading, The Place. As a hideout for an organization which trains people to become assassin's, that name should sound suspicious to anyone. I carefully pushed the glass door causing a bell sound to echo throughout the whole grocery shop. My eyes quickly drafted to Derick who was dressed in a yellow short sleeves and blown short khakis who sat behind the cashier desk. Derick is more the cashier of The Place and also like security for our organization. He is twenty seven years old and has been working here since he was sixteen. He has a slender bui

Either because so many governments outlawed hunting Vampires and this was the only way they could stay free or because they were just innately evil. “Do we have any titanium?” Cassidy asked as she kept her shield up around the two who had just emerged. The other was beginning to stir on the ground. Jo had decided not to use the meager titanium bullets she had on hand for this mission since it had nothing to do with their larger purpose. “I have a few rounds,” Brandon said, quickly pulling the clip from his Glock and shoving a different one inside. “How long can you keep them contained?” The Assassins wouldn’t stay inside of Cassidy’s bubble for long. They were faster and stronger than anythi

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.”