Assassin's Creed In The Future Novels & Stories

"Don't be so boastful, you piss-ant… for all we know, you could just be some shit messenger for the team and nothing more… just because you defeated this low-life idiot doesn't mean anything. You have no fucking clue how powerful 'Blood Lotus' really is. We'll rip you apart limb from limb if you don't drop this cocky act right this second…" ~sigh The assassin let out a disappointed exhale and got up from his seat. "I see… " He took a step back, and turned around with an agitated demeanor , "If that's your answer, then I guess we're done here." Ellen saw him getting up and uttered, "Wait a second!" The assassin now seemed furious. He was trying to warn them of the future consequences of the p

“The truth is, you and your little assassin are nothing but broken toys. You can’t fix the past. And you can’t undo what’s been done.” Ash’s gaze never wavered. “I’m not trying to fix the past, Eric. But I can change the future. And that’s where you’re wrong.” Before Eric could respond, the sound of reinforcements approaching echoed through the hall, and Nia’s blood ran cold. The walls had ears, and the palace was crawling with spies, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. But Nia wasn’t afraid anymore. She had a purpose now, and it was bigger than any empire. It was about them—about Ash and herself—and about the future they would create, no matter how impossible it seemed.

Also being AIs they can't be bribed and they won't waver from the rules. They were gentle normally but they will do anything to protect the property of Mars. These similar kind of guards exist on Earth too together with regular human cops. They assist the human cops and help them in various ways. The only difference between those on Earth and that on Mars is that the Martian Soldiers are pure AIs without any human subconsciousness or mind. Those on Earth actually had a subconsciousness or mind. They were actually regular humans who volunteered to get the whole of their bodies to be replaced with robot parts and frames apart from the brain. They are hybrid humans with human brain but a roboti

Nico's voice dropped low. "Yeah, anyone but Zane—our biggest rival." Rhett snorted, growing more sure of himself. "Freya, is this your way of provoking us? Thinking we'd come running back, begging you to stop so we'd stop being good to Daisy?" "Pathetic. Daisy is the only one who matters to us. Don't play these games—you might end up with no way out again." Nico and Arlo relaxed at his words. Arlo narrowed his eyes at me. "Freya, you shouldn't gamble with your own future like this. You should know by now that no one's more important than Daisy. You can't compete."

His brown hair falls into his face and his arms are covered in tattoos. He's good-looking, but he's not Savon. I'm assuming he's the Gamma Savon mentioned earlier. Savon turns to face him. "Tony, meet Chloe, the future Luna of the pack."

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

He puffed deeply, inhaling the menthol smoke, which buzzed against the back of his throat. Stupid motherfuckers. All of them. Especially Deyquan, ragging on his terrorist theory. Like he knew any better. Such bullshit. Seriously. A girl dead in the bathroom, drowned in a fucking sink. Who did that? Not your average psycho-serial killer. That was straight-up, hardcore assassin shit. Like stabbing someone’s brain through their eye with a pen. Or strangling them with piano wire. He should know. He played Assassin’s Creed and Call of Duty and Splinter Cell, 24-7. He’d seen all the Jason Bourne movies, too.

my younger self pleaded. " I will have forgotten if it was someone else but you Caspian, you are my blood. Reason why,I can't forget, and believe me brother you have to pay."he finished in a cold voice. His laughter reverberated while he disappeared. A chill traveled down my spine and I opened my eyes only to realize, I was having my usual nightmare. It was just a nightmare but less scary than others. My name is Caspian di Luca, Alpha of the 'Rising Stars pack'. My parents Ashton and Katana di Luca are known for their unique skills with sword fighting.

The Weaver begins weaving a counter-pattern of existence. But we're all too slow. The assassin's weapon strikes—and passes through an empty point in space. Luna stands three feet to the left, somehow moving before the attack began. "Future sight," he says with a grim smile. "Useful thing." The chamber descends into chaos. The assassin's allies reveal themselves, launching attacks from multiple dimensional angles. Other council members choose sides, either joining the assault or defending us. Reality itself groans under the weight of so much power unleashed at once.

“You’re not a victim in this. I’ve seen the reports, the footage from the campus. You didn’t just survive the outbreak—you thrived in it. Those zombies… they listened to you.” Akin tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Did they?” Erickson leaned forward, his expression dark. “What are you, Akin?” For a moment, Akin said nothing. He let the silence stretch, enjoying the discomfort on Erickson’s face. Then, he leaned forward as far as his restraints allowed, his eyes gleaming with something feral. “I’m the future,” he said softly. --- Erickson leaned back, his face unreadable. “The future, huh? And what does this future look like? A world overrun by the undead? Millions dead? Is that your gran