Assassins Creed Jacob Frye Novels & Stories

I bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time in my rush to get to my best friend, who, as I came to the landing, I could see was firmly in the grasp of Adrian, peering up at him in fear but also… something else, something I didn’t bother deciphering in that moment. “Ah, here they are, finally!” Adrian stated, his dramatic flair working in overtime as he moved his hand from Maeve’s waist to the countertop behind him, leaning lazily against it. She almost looked disappointment at the loss of his touch, her brow slightly pinching together before her gaze met mine and relief was replaced by whatever had crossed her mind seconds earlier. “Julius, I feel like I know you already but I am happ

Harry asked in a whisper, “Mr. Jourdain, this is Bryson Yost, a warlord.” Leon, who planned to kill Kayson to get merits, was appalled. “What did you say? A warlord?” Kayson glanced at Carlson coldly, and the latter sneered. “What are you looking at!?” Kayson merely smirked and approached Farris, who had fainted. He put a hand on Farris, his gaze growing icier. “Leon Jourdain, was I rude to you? Have I mistreated you?”

If Frederick won, they would exploit the opportunity to attack while he was injured and off guard. What shocked them was that this battle turned into a one-sided slaughter! Rory and Lycan were two top-ranked martial artists from the Aston Savant Arts Ranking. Yet, Frederick had effortlessly tossed them around like ragged dolls! With how Frederick easily dealt with Rory and Lycan, how could these hired assassins sneakily take advantage of the situation? They were lucky just to walk away with their lives! Frederick asked calmly, "Who from the Lester family wants me dead? Was it Atticus?"

“If anything, the only crime you’ve committed is by doing a poor job of vetting your opponents. You assumed a human was weaker than you.” “Senior,” interjected the orange Drogar, “may I?” The jade Drogar nodded, and the orange one stepped forward to continue. She raised her chin a little and puffed out her chest as she spoke. “The human you’ve been dueling is a mercenary with the callsign Freya. Her mercenary partner is Raijin, who’s standing right over there. These two are perhaps the most dangerous humans you’ve ever met. Had you known that, you might not have been so eager to jump into a fight with either of them.

Before King Peter answers, Jacob cuts in, “Fuck no.” The nobles whisper furiously amongst each other. Jacob continues. “King Kane did not set me free. I escaped with the help of our trusted dignitary Alistair, may he rest in peace. They kept me trapped in their filthy dungeons for months. They starved me and abused me.” He looks over all the faces in the dining hall, his face ugly with anger. “His general ripped my fucking arm off!” None of this looks good for me. “We are not going to make peace with Crimson Peak,” Jacob declares. “We’re going to crush them in this war. I want Kane’s head on a pike along with that werewolf bitch he knocked up.”

Nervousness was apparent on Guss's face. The Introductions continued until finally, Creed got his chance. "My name is Creed Gryffon. I have proficiency in stealth combat. I am an assassin and also skilled with ranged weapons." "Okay, since now we are done with the introductions, let me explain how things will work out between us. Since I am the assigned leader, I will relay orders and in case something goes wrong, the chain of command will go to the next strongest one. That means in my absence Wolf takes charge."

Freya I bit my tongue to stop myself from apologising, to stop myself from thanking him yet again. All that would do is give him mixed signals, and as much as I wished things could be different, i knew my place in the world and it wasn’t here playing princess to a delta. “Jackson, our head warrior, would like to speak to you if you feel up to it. I said I would ask but feel free to say no, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He stated pointedly and I nodded.

He growls loud, opening his snout and biting off Stewart's head in a swift move. I wince at the sight of his head being ripped off. The blood scattering over the floor, and over Alexander's body. I looked back, to the lifeless, and decapitated corpse of Alpha Stewart on the ground. The sword now, in Macy's hand as she grips it tight with both hands. Two guards, and Caleb stand before them, holding Jazmin in place as she yells Ludacris.

Freya chuckles as she stops close to the other soldier who isn't ready to agree to the plan. "Would you confess or end up like him?" Freya turned her eyes to the soldier who was practically shaking. "What are you saying?" Alpha Rowland was confused, he couldn't buy all this. "Ok let me tell you the story Alpha Rowland, this man lying dead there brought up the plan of assassinating you which they would have succeeded with if not for my accurate shots... He suggested we go hunting to have you killed, I won't blame this soldier, he was scared of what the other man would do to his family so he agreed to the plan... So I suggest you punish him but the real criminal is dead" Freya chuckles as she

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