Assassin's Creed Jacob Frye Novels & Stories

There was a glint in his eyes, something like surprise… and pride. But then he moved. In a blur, the wolf lunged. The assassin tried to fight back, but he was no match. His knife slashed out wildly—too slow. Too desperate. Yet I gasped when I saw it. A streak of blood blooming across Alexandro’s side. The blade had found its mark. “No!” I cried out, taking a step forward. But it was already over. With a savage roar, the wolf slammed into the assassin and tore through his chest. The man didn’t even have time to scream. His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless, as Alexandro stood over it—victorious, wounded, and seething.

and scuttled away. Alpha Jacob was in his mid-twenties, and he had been the Alpha for a fair number of years already- chosen by the elders as the having the greatest talent amongst the Alexanders. He had a slyness to his countenance that Fritz had always distrusted. "You requested me, Elder Fritz," Jacob said. His voice was not as low as one would expect for a large male with broad shoulders and perfect posture. He carried his head proud, reaching to the full extent of his height, and always seemed to look down over his sharp nose and piercing mahogany eyes. "How are you doing of late?"

" You think I didn't know that an assassin was sent to kill me? I know the scent of everyone that is working for me in this company but yours is different, who are you!?" Ashley fought to withdraw the hand from her neck but couldn't. She was no match for the alpha. However, her survival instinct kicked in, she tried kicking him at his dick but Frederick eluded her leg and constricted his hand on her neck more. Ashley toiled to breathe. She kicked, and fought, but nothing seemed to be working. She wanted to try one more skill which would work but doing it here would do nothing but convince Frederick more that she was an assassin therefore exposing her secrets and motives.

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.

“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

she scoffs. I open the note: Recordings deleted. No matter what. Keep calm. Z. That’s how I know his name. Zackary is Freddie’s friend. The friend who had been giving Freddie all the vital information about Clayton. I stared at Lacie and covered the microphone on my shirt. “Zackary is an ally. He’s trying to help.” I said, showing her his note.

There was a grunt and a thud in front of him and the slave looked up to find Ryedir grappling with another man dressed in faded brown leathers. He caught the glint of a knife in the assailant’s hand and gasped. Ryedir grunted again and managed to grab the hand that held the knife, forcing it back away from his throat. Kari’s heart thumped loudly in his chest as he still struggled to regain his breath. The unknown beta in the room was an assassin! He was trying to kill Lezzker!