Assassin's Creed Jacob Frye Novels & Stories

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.

"That's called survival, man. They are all doing what they need to do to survive." "No. That's not because they are afraid, but look at them now. One by one, they are starting to flip. Do you even know why? That's because they are starting to realize that he's not really invincible. He's not the most powerful man in the world. That he is not a king. Santiago Valenzuela is just a ordinary man with an affinity for violence and bloodshed. If you're smart, you will leave too." Jacob is one of Santiago's best marksman, therefore one of his best assassins. He assassinated more people than he can count for Santiago's sake. The problem is Santiago never really showed appreciation to his men. For him

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.

I asked, my eyebrows arching. "Freya" He replied, after a brief silence. "Huh! Really?!" I gasped, shockingly. "What? What is it?" He asked flustered. "Nothing actually" I lied, and gulped nervously. "How… How did she die?" "Oh, that" He whispered, faced down and sighed. "She was brutally and cruelly killed by Felix" "Hmm… Who is Felix now?" I asked, coming closer to the grills. "He is from a rival gang," He replied.

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.

This man was one of Great Sky Group’s Three Aces, Jason Garcia. “For having the nerve to attempt murdering Sachin Taylor, you lot must be prepared to die,” he declared. The murderous aura was clear in Jason’s expression. With a slight swing of his sword, he whipped out a chain of sword skills, defeating an assassin in the blink of an eye.