Assassins Creed Jacob Frye 소설 & 이야기

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.

Alpha Jasper's POV Tapping my fingers against the table, I kept staring at the door Anna had walked through a few moments ago. Earlier, it took all that I had in me not to yell at her for trusting so blindly. What am I even saying, even a blind man would be able to know Lillian was up to no good. “My lord, the captive, Felix, still insists that he knows nothing about the death of Cyrus. What should we do to him? He has refused to have food and water despite the fact that he was given preferential treatment.” Beta Jacob said.

I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say I was confused and have no idea what she was talking about. "What do you mean?" Hunter snapped, raising his voice louder than usual, I don't blame him. These past few days have been so frustrating. "That is not Jet" She blurted out. "The shifters were right when they notify us about the council's plans to make more Lycans but the council's plans were bigger than we ever know, a human scientist... Jacob Xavier is working with the councils to make a Lycan clone of Jet" She paused glancing briefly at us. "The councils were expecting us to come and free Camile, we were captured and the Jet clone was made... He was sent here to kill Freya but the scientist

"We have thousands of able bodied soldiers who would die for my cause and you bring an outsider?" "You have thousands of able bodied soldiers but none of them would die for your cause," Freya corrected. "You seem to have forgotten how they reacted to the news of her disappearance. They all wanted something in return to find her." "And Hermes is any different?" I frowned. "Does he look to you like he would run off to face that bastard Xavier and rescue my daughter for free?" "He looks even more expensive than all of your men," Freya replied. "He would cost you a fortune, but he has something that I have not seen amongst any of your soldiers in years."

Argent’s man, Anarchy, opened the door and retreated to Argent’s office as soon as Violet and Lyria showed up. Anarchy is another gorgeous Assassin that recently transferred from the Canadian division. With his high cheekbones, deep merlot-colored hair, and intense eyes the color of the ocean at dawn, he’s quite a sight to see. We quickly found out that he’s not much of a talker. He’s more the tall, silent type, which was fine by me. We also discovered that he’s uncomfortable with female attention. I give both women a wan smile and take a sip of wine. The scarlet liquid sloshes gently across the rim, letting off a fruity scent.

Furthermore, I will enter smuggling. “Are you worried now?” I said to Kerwyn who just leaned down. He turned around, he knew me because I was also his classmate. "Ian of Red Assassins," I said reaching out my hand. "Yeah, I know you. Kerwyn of Rubicund." He accepted my hand. I leaned over him and looked down looked at Stys and Dark. “I know a way to squeeze the Stygian,” I said. "Really?" "Impossible but possible." "Why are you telling me?"

muttered Arsenio, while looking for Freya's name among the many data. "Well, I found it," he cheered happily. Freya glances through the small rearview mirror above her head. She can see Arsenio's face, which is so free and carefree. It was different when he met Xander a few moments ago. Full of deceit. That's what Freya caught now. [DATA] [Name: Freya.] [Age: 200 years old by Mafia System's count.] [Status: Mafia System Companion.] [Skill: Infinite.]

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

That day, she lost her parents at the hands of the pack's ruling family. Freya is the Alpha Princess whose parents were murdered seventeen years ago. She is the little girl who ran for her life after witnessing her parents die. She ran into the woods, having nowhere else to go, and ended up as a rogue. Freya has been living as a secret assassin for seventeen years, carrying out missions for people just so she can survive, and she has promised to avenge her parents' deaths at any time so she can reclaim her throne. She is now on a mission to eliminate the Alpha King of the Oasis Pack. Alpha Arthur is the son of the couple who murdered her parents, and now is her chance to exact revenge. She w

He stood up, rounding his desk to where she stood facing straight forward. “There's a man in Mexico city. A very powerful man that threatens my position as the top worldwide.” His voice lowers to almost a whisper, the strong breathy smell of toba**o fanning her face. “Don Antonio Alvarez. You will infiltrate his mansion and assassinate him quietly. No mistakes.” Her head shot up. “Another don?” Darius’ brow lifted slightly. “Are you perhaps hesitant right now?” His voice dipped lethally. “I'm not,” Alina said quickly.