Assassin's Creed Novels Novels & Stories

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

As Ishir shifts back to his human form, I help him sit up and Cedric gives him some water. When he relaxes and I see his body begin to heal itself, I look at him. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” I snarl. If they went after Ishir, they are dead. I'll kill them. He looks at me, sadness in his eyes. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” The end. This story will continue in Book 3: The Assassin coming late May, early June.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

I will make sure that this time, I can execute my plan well. So before midnight, I was already out of the manor with my horse and sword. With four years of being an assassin, I could travel in night time without any effort. Darkness is part of an assassin's life since most of the time, we do our job in the dark. I reigned my horse to a stop when I saw who was standing before the glistening river under the bright moon. His back was on me, calm and still as he stood there. He didn't move from where he is even though I'm sure he is already aware of my presence. I unmounted my horse at once and walked towards him.

Taking a few steps, I punched in the code I had memorized since I turned eleven. "Welcome, Alpha Caspian. What brings you here today?" The unmistakable voice of the library's security system greeted me. This library held the entire history of the supernatural world—from the good to the ugly, including my father's terrible deeds. Left to him, no one would have ever known, but unfortunately, history was written by warlords who appeared when needed and vanished just as quickly. "There’s no way he could kill them." Delius mused and I chuckled. "For research," I whispered, and another moment of silence followed.

Bryce read the newspaper and remembered Spain ten years ago, where his heart was stolen forever. Flashback. Bryce was in Spain to unwind and meditate on his father's agreement. For him to get his inheritance and seat as the CEO of their company, he must get married and give him a grandchild. Without any serious relationship, how can he get married? An explosion startled him. News reported that Nova strikes again, blowing up the cathedral and killing only one person. The police were searching for Nova. The number one assassin in Spain. She was a ghost, a nobody. No one saw her face, and she didn't leave any tracks. Her identity remains a misery to all.

They clung to each other, sobbing—a scene so touching it could move anyone to tears. I stared coldly at the jeweled circlet on his head, flashing arrogantly in the firelight. My own hair, before I died, had been tied back with nothing but a frayed leather cord—some drunken client's careless afterthought. I listened as Matthew, in that clear, sweet voice of his, spun a story so perfect it was seamless. "Father, forgive me—I've been so unfilial. I wasn't lost that night. I was taken—kidnapped by slavers.

"You've to be careful, my lady. Please always remember your position. You're the Luna of the pack and Damien is your man," I felt torn and heartbroken. I nodded my head knowing she was right. *** I yawned softly after completing two novels, a werewolf, and an urban story. The Rise Of The Secret Trillionaire Heir by rare gem writes and The Alpha's Revenge by Mystic writes. They are available in Goodnovel and Meganovel. I can't have enough of them. I stood up from the chair, stretched my arms widely, and returned the books to the shelf. "Look who we have here," I looked up as I heard his cold and familiar voice.

He was thinking" How is that possible? Isnt he died?His man said that he will die very fast.As much as he knew there will be no people travelling in that area at that time and it was also raining heavily" He came out of his thinking when his men brought the gift sended by Alexander.The gift were the dead body of his two man.They were the same man to whom he assigned a task to kill Alexander Knight.Along with the dead body there was a note paper where something was written.He signaled one of his man to bring him the note.By seeing their boss order ,one of the man took the note from the dead body and gave to his boss.

I will be the only one who is number one. "Anyway, sir, do you still need to clarify what the Assassination Society is and why we were being pursued by them?" I questioned Dum regarding AS. Dum's demeanor changed to serious after hearing my question, and he did not respond right away. "Sir?" I say again, waiting for his response. I mean, I know what AS is, but I was wondering how he found out about it and how our attacker informed him about it while they were battling. Dum groaned in front of me, troubled eyes on me, "do you really want to know? I mean, you don't need to know about it," Dum questioned.