Assassin Creed 3 Connor Kenway Novels & Stories

They stand face to face, tension palpable in the air, as memories of their friendship and the betrayal that led to Connor's exile resurface. The Alpha King, Aiden, possessed a commanding presence, his regal aura captivating all who beheld him. His piercing blue eyes, framed by a thick mane of ebony hair, conveyed wisdom beyond his years. As he looked at Connor, he couldn't help but remember the days when they were inseparable, united by their shared dreams and aspirations.

She was a hand-to-hand combat expert and one of their senior trainers. Connor Walker was the happy-go-lucky human from Ivslight but even so, he never treated any job lightly. He was from a rich family and didn’t know what to do with his life; eventually his family got tired of this and cast him out. Unbeknownst to them, Connor had a top tier marksmanship be it with a gun or knives.

, I sob, “we have to go back for them. Neo…Neo he…he was bleeding, his wound didn’t heal, he’s going to- “ “He is going to be fine. Get in the car” The Connor that was smiling is gone and right now this Connor is pissed off and I’m beyond pissed off. “They are your brothers and you are just going to leave them to die!” Two things happen at once, Connor angrily takes a step towards me and I take a step back on instinct. You are not going to strangle me today, Connor Kincaid. He catches my movement fast, stopping in his steps too to assess me with cold, slightly pained eyes. “Listen up, you little brat. I’m here with you because Shane is too pissed off to let any man in there live to tell the

The helicopter was thirty seconds from landing at Victoria's warehouse coordinates when Connor Blake appeared on the helipad below them—not via ground transport or tactical insertion, but simply standing there as if he'd been waiting for hours, and the smile he wore was the most terrifying thing Liam had ever seen because it was genuine. Connor wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be coordinating from a safe distance, offering remote device disarmament in exchange for Liam's neural subjugation. But standing on the helipad in broad daylight with no apparent security, no backup, no protection against the half-dozen federal agents currently drawing weapons inside the helicopter, Conno

Now, if I have not known him for as long as my Demon years, I would, at this point, have slapped that charm right off his face. So after his elegant entrance, I can see by his relaxed calmness that every single Ripper has met their fate. Still captivated by this god of a man, my beloved whispers under very shaky breaths. "Who are you?" After being satisfied that he is still very much a charm around the ladies, he hands Mirabelle over to me. "The name is Connor from the Crimson Shadow Pack."

I gun down the bastard who shot him, taking him down. Then, a voice booms over the chaos. "Mason! Come out, you coward!" A man, probably the leader, steps forward, yanking off his mask. My world tilts when I register his face. It's Connor, the one who stamps every mission order. Without his signature and stamp, we cannot take any mission so how did… I don't get to continue thinking when he starts shooting aimlessly. His face twists with hate, eyes locked on the stables.

I'm slowly falling in love with this Pack and the way Savon is running things, but it also fills me with guilt. These are good people whose lives will be turned upside down if I continue to stay and keep lying about who I am. Maybe Karina.. no, that's not it either. Kenya Kayla Klarissa!! That's her name. Maybe she's right. Maybe the Goddess made a mistake bonding Savon to a liar like me. He deserves better.

"Wife? Did you mate for a political alliance? Don't tell me you're ready to duel me over a woman?" Connor’s eyes didn't soften. "No need for a duel. But I am willing to lay down my life for her." Hearing that, Asa finally recognized the weight of my presence. He stood up, offering a hand in genuine respect. "My apologies. I crossed a line. I thought... well, never mind. A misunderstanding among brothers." In an industry of players, Connor was a king who had chosen a queen. It was unheard of. I leaned into Connor’s side as I took Asa’s hand. I didn't say a word; I just gave a sharp, regal nod.

Ken spoke awkwardly to his men. There was no way Ken would blatantly say that his Master and mistress were having sex. Everyone would have been miffed at the ridiculousness of his Master's revelation. Ken's eyes kept scanning the corners and found one of them hiding behind a tree. Asher slowly and sneakily approached his enemy to capture him alive for questioning. Ken stepped in a circular fashion while dispelling enemies from various directions. Right behind the targeted enemy, Ken immediately hit the nape of the neck until it fainted.

Whatever Connor stands to benefit from must be huge because he has since given up his conscience for this mission of theirs. According to the information we gathered, Connor is a hunter. He knows about supernatural beings, and he despises them. He has always known and that is why he killed our mother, Willie, and supposedly, me as well. To him, I am dead. Nonetheless, I am waiting for his reaction when I finally apprehend him.