Assassin Creed 3 Connor Kenway Novels & Stories

Gabriel climbed the stairs, his shoulders stiff and sore with tension. He'd been working for weeks, digging through all his contacts, trying to find anything he could on Honorera, her family, her past, and the price on her head. But he'd made almost no progress. He traced Tanner and Kayla Lee back to a small pack in Ohio. Kayla Lee had been an almost invisible member of the pack, an obedient omega. When her brother was exiled, she went with him. Possibly she was forced by her brother to accompany him into no man's land. But somewhere along the way, they had parted.

"A con artist. A nobody." "A nobody who almost destroyed Duke." Connor's good eye focused on her. "Do you know how long I planned this? Three years. Three years of watching from a distance, learning everything about the Riot Kings, about Duke, about this pathetic little town. I found the real Connor Reynolds two years ago. Drunk in a Vegas gutter. Dying of liver failure." "You killed him," Duke said quietly.

He told them with such excitement in his voice. “Sage?” Elmer called when he couldn’t find her. “Elmer, I’m over here. I want you to meet Connell. He is engaged to Caera.” Sage told her with such joy in her voice. Elmer held out his hand to shake hands with Connell. When Connell looked up at Elmer, he gaped at the man. He looked just like the mummy they had found. A few different features, but the same skin tone, Connell could see him in the same outfit. When he noticed he hadn’t let go of the man’s hand, he dropped it.

"But the next two will not be so easy. And the alpha heir won't be able to trick his way through those." The fae vanish, taking their fury with them. Only Eirik remains, kneeling in the clearing, free for the first time in millennia. Connor collapses, exhausted. Sera and Dante rush to him. "That was incredible," Elena breathes, arriving with medical supplies. "You actually did it." "I guessed," Connor admits. "Lucky guess." "Luck had nothing to do with it. You saw what others missed—that their champion was a prisoner. That's insight, not luck."

"Connor, you move from here; we're gonna have problems. I know you, brother. I can read you like a book, so I can see the fumes coming off you. Talk to me; we've been in tighter spots than this before and pulled through. Now what the fuck happened in the last half an hour to turn you into Killer?" I don't think my brothers have ever called me that shit off the battlefield. It's the name they'd given me years ago because, according to them, when we were in the field, my whole persona changed, and I went into some other place in my head. They might not be too far off the mark with this one. I wanted to commit murder. I can't believe she met this guy after I told her not to. "What did she do, b

“Anyone from the priestess circle can access my kill records.” “The goddess said you were a skeptic” Honor chuckled, pulling a picture from her dress pocket, and handing it to me. My blood ran cold as I looked at the image in my hand. It was a picture of the King, his face well known throughout Cerathe, and beside him stood the rogue. My first assignment. I stumbled to the couch, collapsing onto it at the far end from the priestess as my mind raced through all of my kills, questioning if I had been killing innocents all along.

It’s definitely a good time to find out what we can about Kazik’s whereabouts and the trafficking schedule. “I’m at my mother’s house right now. I should be at the garage within an hour. Has everyone been contacted?” Priest replies. “I contacted Gideon and Declan; they’re on their way. The agency is also sending Dragon for some extra help.” I curse under my breath at the name. Dragon is another Confradia assassin whom I have run into in the past. Unlike Gideon or Declan, Dragon makes me very nervous. He’s a cold, unfriendly bastard who shows very little emotion. We call him Dragon because the bastard carries a Katana and does some awesome ninja moves you’d only see in movies like Crouching

Why would he do this? "Your husband..." I began, "If you don't want to talk about it then don't worry but, who was he?" "Achilles Drakos," she said, "He was a mercenary working for your mate, finding out the name of some leader. But he made the mistake of messing with him and lost his life for it." Connor's name. I swallowed, "And who are you?" "I am nobody," she replied, "I had no idea werewolves existed or that my husband was anything other than a teacher until a few days ago when Leonardo and his friend, Luciano, abducted me as blackmail against Achilles."

My woman, my queen, and still too soft for the things I was about to do in front of her. Luca nodded once. “He’s talked a little, the Name’s Connor, Low-level muscle for the Irish. Says the order came through a burner phone after the Commission meeting ended. Cash drop already made.” I released Lenny’s hand and walked straight to the chair. Connor’s face was already swollen from Luca’s work, blood crusted under his nose and his eyes flicked to Lenny and widened. “Don’t look at her,” I said quietly. “Look at me.”

AARON Connor didn’t raise his voice when the confirmation came. He didn’t need to. The room had already gone still—the kind of stillness that only happens when everyone present knows they’re standing on the edge of something irreversible. “It wasn’t Durrane,” Connor said, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. “It was the other one. His partner.” Julio. The name settled like grit between my teeth. Connor continued, methodical, precise. “He made contact ten minutes ago. Burn phone. Short call. Less than forty seconds.”