Assassin's Creed Jacob Frye Novels & Stories

If I can crack the hardest systems in the Inner City, this would be manageable for me. “Kevin, extract the security system files for me.” “On it sir.” While waiting for Kevin and Cain to work on it, I noticed how Rush seemed to bite on his tongue as if trying to hold back a burning question. “That’s my assistant. I had to tweak him a little.” Another respect point goes to the Night Walker and none for Titus Crowley. “That’s so cool! Do you have any other sidekicks?” “I work alone.” “Can I be your sidekick then?”

Before King Peter answers, Jacob cuts in, “Fuck no.” The nobles whisper furiously amongst each other. Jacob continues. “King Kane did not set me free. I escaped with the help of our trusted dignitary Alistair, may he rest in peace. They kept me trapped in their filthy dungeons for months. They starved me and abused me.” He looks over all the faces in the dining hall, his face ugly with anger. “His general ripped my fucking arm off!” None of this looks good for me. “We are not going to make peace with Crimson Peak,” Jacob declares. “We’re going to crush them in this war. I want Kane’s head on a pike along with that werewolf bitch he knocked up.”

Meanwhile, a master fighter holding a laptop stood up and answered, “I’ve got it, sir! The person who killed Octavius, Cohen, and the others was a Rheasian youth!” “What? Just a Rheasian youth?” The leader’s thick eyebrows scrunched together and his expression was extremely unpleasant. His eyes had widened in anger. The master class fighter hastily trotted over with his back lowered to show the laptop screen to the leader. Moreover, he said cautiously, “Sir, this is the person…” The leader’s sharp gaze stared at the laptop screen coldly and saw Zayn!

*giggles* After that, I'm going to ki- "Wtf! Bro, stop smiling, it's terrifying." Relax, William, that's your brother. "SHUT UP," I demanded. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is William Carter, and I am a 36-year-old assassin. Reaper is the codename I use. Many people have motivations for being a spy, assassin, criminal, and so on. However, I became an assassin because of my father. Third-person pov

"On their way." "Have your computer geeks run a facial recognition on that dude?" Abel asked. "Or did he disable the CCTV cameras?" "He didn't. According to our quick findings. He is Russian. An assassin from the Gefary Clan, an assassin Creed in Russia. He is among their best, if not arguably their best. His name is Vladmir Ditri." Jenny replied. "He is a killing machine." "Victor really got prepared for me, I must say." A loud siren was heard, with a white bus heading towards them.

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

Nervousness was apparent on Guss's face. The Introductions continued until finally, Creed got his chance. "My name is Creed Gryffon. I have proficiency in stealth combat. I am an assassin and also skilled with ranged weapons." "Okay, since now we are done with the introductions, let me explain how things will work out between us. Since I am the assigned leader, I will relay orders and in case something goes wrong, the chain of command will go to the next strongest one. That means in my absence Wolf takes charge."

I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say I was confused and have no idea what she was talking about. "What do you mean?" Hunter snapped, raising his voice louder than usual, I don't blame him. These past few days have been so frustrating. "That is not Jet" She blurted out. "The shifters were right when they notify us about the council's plans to make more Lycans but the council's plans were bigger than we ever know, a human scientist... Jacob Xavier is working with the councils to make a Lycan clone of Jet" She paused glancing briefly at us. "The councils were expecting us to come and free Camile, we were captured and the Jet clone was made... He was sent here to kill Freya but the scientist

He was terrified to look at Jacob being chained from head to his toes. 'Wait, Jacob,' he run in his thought upon seeing. It was the same Jacob he met in Russia who was serving in the restaurant. He could not believe he is one member of the chamber. "Jacob?" Niko called out to the man who was tied and bowing his head. Jacob immediately lift his head. "Niko?" Jacob was surprised to see Niko there as well. "You knew each other huh?" Cryp said. He dropped his tobacco on the ground. It was plain soil where he dumped his shoes to stop the lit fire. The dust mixed the ashes. Cryp then gave his gun to Niko.

muttered Arsenio, while looking for Freya's name among the many data. "Well, I found it," he cheered happily. Freya glances through the small rearview mirror above her head. She can see Arsenio's face, which is so free and carefree. It was different when he met Xander a few moments ago. Full of deceit. That's what Freya caught now. [DATA] [Name: Freya.] [Age: 200 years old by Mafia System's count.] [Status: Mafia System Companion.] [Skill: Infinite.]