The Truth In Assassin's Creed 2 Novels & Stories

“It’s going to be the same at the end. I’m not a hero. I’m an assassin, a murderer. Even if I succeed in taking down the Parliament, there is no way I’m going to be accepted for what I’ve done. I’ve always known that the day I bring the Parliament down, I will go down with them. In order for a better future that isn’t built on the blood of others, the cycle must end and it ends with me.” Feeling the strain of talking after several days of bed rest, I didn’t register the pain. A loud slap resounding through the room and the ringing in my left ear was enough to stun me. “Stop deluding yourself. Do you think you’re the only one bearing the burden of this? Look carefully! Open your eyes! Aren’t

Even her wolf could not help her. Gone. The only person who could help uncover the Truth was gone in a snap of a finger. Her eyes turned glassy. Damn. "You okay?" "Inez. Let's help here." Beta Darius crouched and checked the woman. Then, he stilled as if someone had talked to him. Glancing up, he stared at me and informed me, "The threat has been eradicated, Your Grace. The assassin has been captured but fought. Looked like he swore secrecy. The warriors had no choice but to kill him when he attacked," Beta Darius informed.

Ethan said, trying to look serious. Alessandra's eyes went wide, "Oh, no you mustn't, I'll die of the shame! Besides, I don't think he is seriously considering me as a wife," she said, smoothing her skirt down. "Really? He's not?" Ethan shot Vince a wink, "Now I know we are gonna ask him just what he's up to. Can't have my baby sister losing her reputation." "That's right." Vince moved his coat back to show off the silver pearl handled revolver he carried, "And he better have the right answer."

Screeech! The visor shattered. The assassin shrieked as the overwhelming historical data forced his cybernetic brain to process eighty years of unedited, conflicting timelines all at once. He staggered backward, clutching his head as blue sparks erupted from his helmet seals. Kabir lunged forward, throwing his shoulder into the blinded hunter and sending him crashing out of the shattered second-story window. The assassin fell twenty feet down into the cobblestone street below, his suit short-circuiting violently upon impact.

However, Chase's true energy was over three times as powerful as his own. "Heh. You're just a mere insect." Chase stared him down with a cold expression. "Tell me who sent you." "No way!" The man gritted his teeth. "We're assassins. We never betray our employers!" "Is that so? In that case, I have no need to waste words with you," Chase said with a shake of his head. "In the assassin's code, trust is sacred. You've already broken your own vows." "Kill him," the man commanded.

She looked up to him and would have bitten his hand in retaliation if she weren’t so sour from their ordeal. Hearing the Second Prince, the assassin, knew that the rumors were false and she was not a Spirit Sprite and could dispose of her along with the Second Prince. Swiftly leaving the position he was hiding in, he softly glided down and performed a single-strike kill. To his astonishment, the Second Prince smirked, and a sword came into his hands and stopped the dagger from penetrating his neck.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

The man who had chosen me again and again through fire, blood, betrayal. I smiled. “Then we die telling the truth”, --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cut To: Viper’s Location She stared at the screen in silence. Footage from one of her spies: Damien and Elena piecing together the real history. Her lip curled. “They think they’ve won just because they found the truth,” she murmured. “But the truth is just another kind of prison”. She tapped a code into the console beside her. “Eliminate the Montrose heir. If Lucien speaks, the world hears the wrong version”,

He studies my face like he’s trying to figure out what changed…what made me come back in here with this instead of leaving with what I already got. “What is this?” His tone turns colder. “An interrogation?” “Just tell me the truth for once,” I say. He watches me for a moment longer. “You want the truth.” I nod, even though I’m not sure what the truth will change. But I need it anyway. “The truth is, I sent those assassins to kill you.” He says it without hesitation. “And I’ll do it again if you go back to that girl.” I let out a short, bitter laugh.

They both look like thugs. Gideon and I crane our necks to listen closely. As Confradia Assassins, we are not just trained in weapons and fighting. We’re also trained in speaking several languages. My head snaps alertly when I catch their conversation. “Malijc wants us to check the impostor’s vehicle before we dispose of him.” The giant blond man utters to his partner as they make their way to the empty lot. The partner sneers. “The fool thinks that he can claim to be Christoph Valek. If he only knew that Malijc had Valek killed several months ago.”