Assassin's Creed Novels Novels & Stories

Where have I heard that name before? Deciding I had enough of listening to the news, I turn the TV off as I put on some music before I focus on the book I am reading. I am reading a Mafia romance where the male lead is the mafia underboss, and he falls for the girl that is the sunshine to his grumpy mood. I can’t help but snort from time to time thinking how can she fall for everything he does to her. How he plays and manipulates her without giving nothing back. I must have fallen asleep while I was reading in bed after dinner because when I open my eyes and stretch my arms I feel like I have slept for hours. I look around the room and remember the morning I woke up in Dash’s bed.

"You can be an assassin if you're not a hitman!" "What's the difference?" I asked, having never heard of such a word. Ignacio grinned. "An assassin also kills for something in return. Most would kill for credits like a hitman but there are some who choose to kill for personal reasons or obligations. I thought it would suit you with your fight against the Parliament for liberation." I thought about it for a while. "Night Walker – The Liberal Assassin… There's a nice ring, I like it." The silence was comfortable for a while until I realised something. "Wait, how do you know what an assassin is? Even the term "hitman" was nowhere to be found in the normal archives."

I wished, with a sudden, sharp ache in my chest, that someone would actually look at me like that for real. I dropped my iPad and leaned into the chair, closing my eyes. The assassination attempt on my father earlier that evening had drained the last of my adrenaline I was tired. I was stressed. And more than anything, I was desperate to feel something other than terror. I thought back to the night before. I had been on my way to find Kenneth, fueled by my friends' advice to "attack," to take control, to make him beg. My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt.

Noel smiled gently as Lisa rolled her eyes and turned back to those that were speaking. "Let's Welcome Noel, he is the 4th Assassin in the assassins most powerful list and he just came back from a mission that took him seven years" The 2nd elder announced as everyone clapped feeling very happy. "Why do I feel like this people are plotting something against me?" Scarlett muttered while looked at those people strangely. "Are you thinking too much?" Lisa looked around but didn't find anything strange. "Maybe I'm indeed thinking too much" She muttered and continued listening.

They’re really freaky. But that’s not the only downside of it. Just because he had surgery, it doesn’t mean his eyesight is that of a normal person. He describes his vision as something you see in a video game or an animated movie. He says it’s like a 3-D game. Don’t get me wrong, the guy is and will always be a badass. Before he became a Confradia Assassin, Priest was Navy Seal. He’s trained in various forms of combat and speaks several languages. Even when he was blind, he could kick ass. He still walks around with a walking stick and uses the thing as a weapon. He’s a serious legend in the Confradia. Not to mention that the man is a serious chick magnet.

~~~ Opening my eyes to the lingering pain behind my head, I squinted my eyes open and then groaned gently. As the series of events of the past day till now rushed through my head, I closed my eyes shut again and then whimpered. My hands were tied together, and so were my legs. Again, I wondered where things had all gone wrong. Yesterday, I found out that my husband had killed my unborn baby just because he was together with my best friend. And today, I found my husband in the pool of his own blood. That was not all… someone was trying to kill me too because there was no way this was a proper police station.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

Chapter 49 Cass The assassin comes back for me, and it’s obvious I’m his target. I don’t have time to worry about anyone else; fighting erupts around Warrick, and chaos breaks out near Colt’s side of the table. He lunges again, and I catch another one trying to reach me too, but Victor and Serge cut him off before he gets close. I dodge the first assassin’s strike, deflect his knife, and land a punch across his jaw. He stumbles but recovers fast. I back up, hit a table, and my hand closes around a vase. Instinct takes over. I smash it over his head. He reels, and I drive a kick into his stomach. The man doubles over, and I bring my knee up hard into his face. He drops, clutching his nose, ju

His strike was swift, precise, a deadly arc toward the assassin’s chest. The serpent spun, meeting steel with steel. The clash rang through the room, bright and violent. They moved in a deadly dance, shadows leaping across the walls. “Don’t kill him!” I shouted. “I need…” But it was too late. The assassin lunged, not at Cassian, but at me. His blade fell short, burying itself in the desk instead of my throat. Cassian’s sword pierced his side in the same instant. Blood sprayed across the ledger, black and glistening in the candlelight.