Assassin's Creed Jacob Frye Novels & Stories

“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.

Jacob smiled gently, "Asher is close to her now,you know that, right?" Griffin tackled Jacob to the floor and punched him.Soon,both men began to fight. Fred was there. He watched the fun, but pretended to go to stop Jacob , and while doing so, he also said, "Aiya, why are you so bitter, knowing that he's not happy but still have to stab a knife into his heart with your words.” Jacob was probably drunk.

Freya would have felt pity for the Anomaly, if the thing hadn't nearly torn her limb from limb just a moment ago. Certain that the Summoned Beast could handle the Anomaly, Freya turned to her saviour. He sat on the edge of a rock a few feet above, black coat flying in the breeze, with a disinterested expression on his irritatingly handsome face. Jester Lee. Master Necromancer. Rookie of the Year. Every woman's unattainable fantasy. Arrogant prick. "You're late," Frey said, making her way up the slope towards him. "You're ungrateful," he replied, looking even more disinterested than before.

His smirk showed that he was serious and she felt a tiny bit of worry. Who the fuck enjoys torturing a child? That was the question in her mind but decided to push the thought away. Jake is someone she held dearly, she was a close friend of the assassin. She never thought she had to go to such measures to get what she wanted but there's no turning back now.

His skin was whiter than mine and looked to be perfect too. Aesha stood by his side, chewing on gum with her arms folded across her chest, seemingly annoyed to be here. “I thought you would be grateful for my arrival. That boy was prepared to kill you.” “You killed Jacob?” I ask, shocked when my voice comes out all squeaky. Atlas glares at me for even speaking. “Yes, my dear. He was prepared to kill you. It is wonderful to hear my long lost daughter, the key to our future.” Frederick and his men take a step closer as our pack drops into defence. They just needed the word from Atlas.

"He pledged himself to me. He's loyal. Always has been since that day." My eyes widened in surprise. "Wait. Hold up. 'Always has been? You mean he's still in your service?" Zephyr tipped his head in a direction, and I followed his gaze, freezing in shock. "Yeah. The assassin was none other than Troy." I nearly choked on my saliva. "What?! Troy?! The assassin who tried to kill you was Troy?!" Zephyr laughed at my reaction. "Yeah," he said casually. "The Madman." I glanced toward Troy again, stunned. "Your right-hand man once tried to kill you?" I whispered, though the answer was obvious. "That explains why he's so damn loyal now."

“Do Savage and Reaper know about this?” I shake my head, giving him a “watch yourself” expression. However, Stryker is the one who answers his question with a threatening growl. “No, they don’t know about this, and we’re not going to tell them. As I told Priest, I understand that everyone is on edge over Kazik’s whereabouts, for a good reason. However, sometimes we have to put our anger aside for the better good. If Jaxon says that the information Kazik is providing will save thousands of lives and help us take down a known terrorist, along with a few trafficking organizations, I trust him. Jaxon, like Priest here, is a former Assassin and a good friend. He’s also a closer and a liaison betw

He growls loud, opening his snout and biting off Stewart's head in a swift move. I wince at the sight of his head being ripped off. The blood scattering over the floor, and over Alexander's body. I looked back, to the lifeless, and decapitated corpse of Alpha Stewart on the ground. The sword now, in Macy's hand as she grips it tight with both hands. Two guards, and Caleb stand before them, holding Jazmin in place as she yells Ludacris.

Never this terrifyingly beautiful. I forgot to breathe. Even the assassin holding the blade to my throat faltered. His grip loosened just slightly—but enough. Now. Without thinking, I threw my elbow back into his stomach with all the strength I could summon. He grunted, staggering, and I yanked myself out of his hold and stumbled forward. The wolf’s gaze flicked to me for the briefest second—just long enough to acknowledge what I’d done. There was a glint in his eyes, something like surprise… and pride.

Alpha Jacob craned his neck and observed me like a lion weighing the food he is going to devour. “Lift your legs on the tray, I want to eat you.” Alpha Jacob commanded, his voice sexy but powerful. I looked like a little kitten following the order of my boss. My legs even trembled a bit that I almost lost my balance, but thanks to Alpha Jacob because he was too quick to hold me in place. He was already on his knees, his face inches away from my wetness, and one flick of his tongue was enough to make me cry. My hands immediately went to his hair but he just gripped them in one hand, not letting me do what I wanted.