Ezio Auditore Novels & Stories

"Dante will run the biometric security logs." "Enzo was Marco Vitale's inside man," Rocco corrected, his dark eyes finally locking onto mine. "He was an active rat, and his tactical awareness was severely lacking." He stepped closer, the sharp scent of sandalwood and wet earth instantly neutralizing the smell of blood. "That error was his first, and final, mistake," Rocco whispered, his hand reaching out to gently brush a wet strand of hair from my cheek. His fingers were physically warm, but his touch carried the quiet, absolute promise of a graveyard.

He didn’t look away from the monitors when he spoke, like if he stopped watching, the data would disappear out of spite. “How long?” I asked. Elias’s voice tightened. “I can recover enough to see movement. Maybe plates. Maybe faces. But it won’t be clean.” “Nothing is clean,” I replied. “This case is basically a landfill fire.” Elias huffed a soft laugh—barely there—then pointed to another line. “Here’s the audit trail that should tell us who did it.” “Should,” I echoed. Elias’s fingers moved fast. He filtered by command type. Then by permission tier. Then by authentication method.

Splinters explode into the air, but in the middle of the chaos I hear a commanding Alpha roar I wasn’t expecting. “Stop the fucking fire! Patriarch Lorenzo, I’m Enzo Bianchi. Call off your men!” Finally, I can think with some clarity, and Alpha Bianchi’s pheromones hit my nose. “Leo, stand down!” I roar, and the clearing goes still again. I rise just enough over the logs and see him step out with his hands up, a peace signal. I scan the area. His men are sheltered inside, and I sense a few more hidden in the woods.

He merely let out a disdainful snort before resuming his long strides, leaving Ziyi behind as she busied herself dusting off her clothes, her face flushed red from suppressed annoyance. Ziyi continued cursing under her breath, completely unaware that beneath those simple cotton clothes that made him appear so down-to-earth, the foreign man concealed a tremendous secret. He was Ezio Sebastian Vettel, a crown prince from a ruling dynasty in Western Europe. Ezio had deliberately fled and exiled himself to this remote place to escape the bloody intrigues surrounding the royal succession. Despite his decision to hide away, his true nature—cold, ruthless, and beyond the reach of the law—remained d

He wasn't holding a cane; he was holding a simple, leather-bound ledger. "Mr. Vane," the man said, his voice a melodic baritone that carried across the Flats without effort. "My name is Harlan. I am the Lead Auditor for the Directorate’s Inner-Rim holdings. I believe we have some... outstanding accounts to settle." Leo stepped off the Coyote, his boots crunching on the obsidian. He didn't reach for his blade. He reached for the "Null-Link," feeling the emerald energy of the Spire humming in the distance, ready to strike if he gave the word.

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

She was stronger and more resilient than he gave her credit for, and I refused to let anyone diminish her worth in my eyes. I surveyed the scattered papers on the desk, my mind racing with thoughts and theories. "It's gotta be Ezio Mauro and his son," I muttered to myself, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place in my mind. I couldn't think of anyone else who would have the motive or the guts to go after me like this. The rest were just small-time players, insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

I walk into the security room, there's no one there, that's how it's always been though, I never leave anyone in the security room in the club, I never thought I needed to Matteo was the tech specialist, so he got to work immediately, leaving myself and Nate's sister behind him, as he sat on the chair, I place my hand on the back of the chair Matteo was sat at as he kept tapping in keys and zooming in on different images and frames, until he stopped at one "Wait, wait" Su rushed out, making me turn to look at her as i frown, it's a frame of myself and Matteo earlier on while Salvatore was talking to me

he said with a smile to Agustin, glancing at their friend who was busy working on the computer. “I didn’t expect you to disturb my rest for this useless thing. Who is this 'young master' you’re talking about?” Lorenzo (Claire’s first son) furrowed his brow, inheriting his mother’s hacking skills, but he was taken aback when he found out the target of Adrian’s mission. “What the hell? Is this Gio’s hideout?!” he asked in surprise, looking at Adrian dressed in all black with shades on, holding a sniper rifle aimed at Gio’s hideout?

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.