Assassin's Creed Novels Novels & Stories

He hated the fact that she was a force to be reckoned and worse was that she wasn't even on his team but the opposition. As he pondered these questions, his phone buzzed with a message from Connor. He read the message, his eyes narrowing. "Evelyn Baker," he muttered to himself. The name sent a chill down the of every business man or higher ups in the city. He leaned back in his chair, his mind working round the clock. Evelyn Baker was no ordinary assassin. She was a ghost, a legend whispered among the shadows. And now, she was coming for him. He suddenly felt thrilled knowing the one who hacked his computer was Evelyn Baker. He had a certain attraction towards her, but the only thirst availa

"It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers." "Oh." Now, that caught my attention. "Definitely my type of story." I flipped the book to read its description on the back. "That's actually the last of the Agnis Trilogy." She fetched a couple of books from where I pulled the one on my hand and placed both over it. "First is The City of Flame, next is The Kingdom of Blades, and this, of course, is last." She tapped the books one by one. "Ah, thank you for telling, but

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

“He drank blood?” “He was biting people’s throats out, I don’t think drinking their blood while he was at it is an unrealistic leap, do you?” He asks pointedly. “That’s a good point, and now that you mention it, he’s starting to sound familiar, and I don’t mean because he’s named after an iconic fictional vampire. As for the first victim, I’m pretty sure he is an assassin who went by the Codename Castrati, so named because he was fond of emasculating his male victims and keeping the parts as a souvenir. Or at least I assume so since the appendages were never found." My words make Silas squirm and cross his legs, and I hide my amusement at his discomfort. “I hadn’t seen him at the last Tourna

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

I saw the way she staggered, the way her hand clutched the moonstone on her wrist like a lifeline. But she didn’t fall. She never fully broke. My wolf liked that and that made him dangerous. I leaned back in my chair and let the recording loop again. She moved like a predator. Every strike in the earlier footage was deliberate. Not street-learned. Not military. Professional. Lethal. Zero. The name that Hugo and Kelly had whispered in my ear like a curse. A ghost in the underground. An assassin without a face. A rumor most dismissed… until now.