Assassin's Creed In The Future Novels & Stories

But she was going to do something that would make her the most wanted criminal in the land of Huskarian. Leanunya snuck past the guards of the castle and sneaked around looking for the man she wanted to kill. She found him, “the king”. She snuck closer to him drawing a black dagger out of its scabbard. When she was close enough she lunged at the man who was talking with another man from their sides. The king didn’t see or do anything until she had already stabbed him in the back. Leanunya cursed silently as she realized she had just barely missed his vital point but smirked in satisfaction as she heard him cry out in pain.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt. I needed a distraction from…everything. My body still throbbed, it wanted to be touched, it needed him. I needed him. I stood up, my resolution hardening. I wasn't just a billionaire; I was a woman who was tired of waiting for permission to feel alive. I sat up when he came out of the gym in the room He was wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung black athletic shorts. His muscles were rigid, gleaming with a sheen of sweat

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

“It’s going to be the same at the end. I’m not a hero. I’m an assassin, a murderer. Even if I succeed in taking down the Parliament, there is no way I’m going to be accepted for what I’ve done. I’ve always known that the day I bring the Parliament down, I will go down with them. In order for a better future that isn’t built on the blood of others, the cycle must end and it ends with me.” Feeling the strain of talking after several days of bed rest, I didn’t register the pain. A loud slap resounding through the room and the ringing in my left ear was enough to stun me. “Stop deluding yourself. Do you think you’re the only one bearing the burden of this? Look carefully! Open your eyes! Aren’t

Furthermore, I will enter smuggling. “Are you worried now?” I said to Kerwyn who just leaned down. He turned around, he knew me because I was also his classmate. "Ian of Red Assassins," I said reaching out my hand. "Yeah, I know you. Kerwyn of Rubicund." He accepted my hand. I leaned over him and looked down looked at Stys and Dark. “I know a way to squeeze the Stygian,” I said. "Really?" "Impossible but possible." "Why are you telling me?"

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.

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

Initially, I had refused to go because I knew how Aidan got whenever he got drunk. It was going to end in two ways; him constantly making a mockery of me in front of his peers and people who he said were above me, or hius being thrown out of the club because Aidan had a knack for throwing hands whenever someone stared at my ass for longer than three seconds. And I wasn't wrong. I was never wrong.

The elite enforcers of the Order. "You should not be reading that, Mr. Sterling," a distorted voice spoke. "I read enough," Jackson aimed at the man’s head. "Who are you?" "We are the future," the assassin lunged forward, moving with unnatural speed. He held a curved blade that glowed in the dim light. Jackson fired. Bang! The bullet hit the assassin in the chest, but he didn't stop. He was wearing body armor. Or maybe, like Arthur, he didn't feel pain.