Assassin's Creed Jacob Frye Novels & Stories

"Lucien, the assassination attempt was carried out by José, one of Tyler Bryson's lackeys. "But instead of calling him a natural lackey, it's more accurate to describe him as a slave Tyler Bryson secretly raised. Who knows how, but he's willing to risk everything for Tyler, and he's done a lot of dirty work for him. He has also done such jobs for others with the permission of Tyler, his master. "From what I've discovered, José isn't Tyler's only henchman. There are also some others. After all, the man has been a rebel his entire life, so he has some dubious methods and humans he uses to get whatever he wants."

I slowly wrap my hand around the hilt of the knife strapped to my back. "She is reaching for her knife!" One of the assassins behind me yells. I recognize his voice. His name is Frank, and he is the absolute worst assassin that Faris put on his payroll. "Oh, shut up, Frank," I yell as I turn and throw the knife in his direction. It sticks out of his chest, and he stumbles back against the wall. "This is why no one likes you," I mumble. "She just killed Frank," one of the other men says.

Cassian provoked him on purpose. It was true that Frederick really wanted to kill Cassian, but he soon unclenched his fists. A smile actually appeared on his face at that moment. "Cassian—no, Dr. York—I mean, o' great Mr. York, I surrender! I surrender, alright? Just let go of me already!" "I can do that, but before that, you'll have to answer my question. Are you the one who hired the assassin who attempted to kill Serena?" "What assassin? Cassian, stop it with your nonsense! I'm a law-abiding citizen, you know! Why would I be affiliated with assassins?"

"We have a plan to acquire Smith Royale. Jason Wolfe however, has made it hard for us to do that. His little rescue mission saving the company, playing hero, it's screwing up our timeline.” Caspian let out a harsh, bitter laugh. "A 'complication' you say? I would say, that's an understatement." The memory of his failure was still raw. "We hired the best assassin in the business, an Enhanced superhuman known as The Wraith. He failed. He told us Wolfe is... something else entirely. He warned us to back off." Kincaid’s calm expression didn't change however now there was a look of keen interest that warmed his eyes. ‘Interesting.’

Freya said placing her hand on Loretta's shoulder in a compelling manner. Loretta was quiet for long while which made Freya speak up, “she said, she suspected that it was someone from the court,” Freya said. I adjusted on my seat. I felt bad. Ajax had stayed in the dungeon for a long time and all the while I had been stalling his death once when I finally decided to get rid of the pain in my ass, his daughter swiped in and suddenly became friends with my mate, the only person I had ever wanted to change for, to impress.

*FREYA* How I became a pawn in Dane Grayson and Jacob Xavier's mind games is something I still can't get out of my mind, also another bitter reminder that everything I have known and believed about the people I knew was all a lie. Jet had a valid reason for keeping it away from me and he was right about one thing, my hatred for them. I wished, I had found out the truth sooner.

“That’s not all, though. The Confradia is also pissed off because Reaper and the others went after Kazik. It appears that they were never given permission to run an investigation on Kazik. They’ve asked Priest to reprimand Cameron, Savage, and Reaper. They also called Jaxon Maxwell in to revise Reaper’s unsanctioned relationship. They’re considering expelling Reaper from the Confradia. Priest is running interference with Jaxon right now, but we need to go.” I grit my teeth in rage. Leave it to the Confradia to object to one of their Assassin’s being in a relationship. Not to mention the fact that Reaper went off the book because he had to save his love. That’s why I never want to fall in lov

I hate up-close fights with Alphas, but sometimes it's needed and something tells me I’m going to earn every gold disc coming my way. “I’ll send the coordinates. Don’t let me down, Elle.” Francis disconnects the video and the room is filled with silence. I grab the shirt that I tossed onto the floor last night and cover my body before digging into the guts of the file. Octavia has filled it with information, which means less recon for me. Alpha Gideon is in his late thirties; he’s an active member of his Pack and from what my old friend can tell, he hasn’t got a mean bone in his body. “We’ll see about that.” I mutter to myself as I close the file and pull up The Academy’s search engine. Alph

I’ve been working with my brother, Declan, and his enclave of Assassins since then. Long story short, The Confradia is an obscure government agency of Assassins in charge of creating balance in a world where money can erase the most heinous of crimes. A couple of years ago, Declan and the other Assassins dubbed me with the codename Sythe. Aside from Logan “Hades” Blake, the West Coast director of the Confradia, I’m the Confradia’s top hacker. Even though I’ve gone on assignments and used my assassin skills, I’m not quite of the same caliber as my brother and the other assassins. For one, I only go on group missions. Unlike the top assassins, I am not assigned individual targets because my ma

Nikolai followed, less rigid, more casual, but there was that perpetual edge to him, like a blade left just within arm’s reach. “Any update on the corpse?” I didn’t bother with pleasantries. Killian nodded. “We identified him. Red Cross Assassin. Name’s Ryker. Excommunicated from the Ukrainian Guild, recruited into the Cross four years ago. He was one of their best.” I cocked a brow. “They sent one of their best into my house, and he got snapped like a twig?” Killian hesitated. “Declan did it.” Nikolai folded his arms, looking vaguely impressed. “It wasn’t luck, either. I watched him fight earlier. He challenged me to a duel thinking I was just ‘stalking’ him. He gave me a run for my credits