Assassin Creed Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

Bodies littered the floor wolves, warriors, women. Dorian knelt at the center. Broken. Bleeding. His hands were covered in red, and his eyes gods, his eyes were vacant. Hollow. He was whispering something over and over again. Her name. Just her name. And then a shadow stepped beside him. A figure of smoke, crowned in horns, eyes like dying stars. Tharion. He placed a hand on Dorian's shoulder like a father comforting a grieving son. And Dorian wept. "NO!" Seraphina screamed, jolting awake.

Argent’s man, Anarchy, opened the door and retreated to Argent’s office as soon as Violet and Lyria showed up. Anarchy is another gorgeous Assassin that recently transferred from the Canadian division. With his high cheekbones, deep merlot-colored hair, and intense eyes the color of the ocean at dawn, he’s quite a sight to see. We quickly found out that he’s not much of a talker. He’s more the tall, silent type, which was fine by me. We also discovered that he’s uncomfortable with female attention. I give both women a wan smile and take a sip of wine. The scarlet liquid sloshes gently across the rim, letting off a fruity scent.

“It won’t stop. It will recover, it will evolve, and next time… you might not be so lucky.” Kai’s jaw clenched. “And what? You want to help us?” The man’s eyes gleamed. “Let’s just say I have a vested interest in how this all plays out.” Sasha didn’t trust him. Not for a second. “Who are you?” A long pause. Then, finally, he gave a slow, almost mocking bow. “You may call me Dorian.” The name sent an uneasy shiver through her. Kai stepped forward, his voice dangerous. “Why are you really here?”

POV: Araya The clearing still smelled of yesterday’s rain — damp earth, pine, and the faint metallic tang of steel left too long in the weather. My bare feet sank into the soil, grounding me before the first strike came. Dorian was already waiting. No shirt. No armour. Just loose training trousers that made it far too easy to follow the way his muscles shifted beneath skin. The bone-forged blade from the altar rested against a stump, but today he was unarmed.

“I’ve been outnumbered before. I’m still here. They’re not.” For a second, all eyes locked on Dorian. That was all Marcus needed. While everyone stared, his bound hands twisted sharply. I heard a sick pop—his thumb dislocating on purpose, some assassin trick. The ropes slipped off. Marcus exploded out of the chair and tackled Kael hard. They crashed to the floor, rolling, snarling, claws scraping concrete.

“Dorian, take the right. I’ll draw fire!” I darted forward, zigzagging to avoid bullets, feeling the wind of one fly past my head. Brison dropped into a slide and flung a smoke bomb at the minigunner’s feet. The guy choked, losing sight. Dorian leapt in, his silver-tipped blade slicing clean through the axeman’s wrist. He screamed so bad. And blood trickled down. There was chaos everywhere. But we were winning. “Alpha, gate’s clear!” Conrad roared.

[Seraphine’s POV] Rage burned within me as I confronted Dorian, the source of my anguish and the architect of our torment. He stood there, his eyes gleaming with malevolence, a cruel reminder of the pain he had inflicted upon us. The scars of his past atrocities marred his features, a testament to the darkness that resided within his soul. "Dorian," I hissed his name, my voice laced with a lethal combination of anger and sorrow. "You think you can destroy us, manipulate time to suit your sinister desires? You've taken Cassian from me twice, but I won't let you succeed again."

If Lucas executes plan b on Legion, he’ll be able to grab Dali. “Lucas now” Roman ordered chokingly, Legion could barely hear what he said as his eyes were just blinded by killing him. He intensified his grip on roman that he could pass out any moment, but he heard a swift movement and by the time his attention shifted to where it was coming from Lucas had fired a silver bullet. Legion was swift to let go of roman and dodge it but it hit Dali by the stomach and she dropped on the floor. “Shit! I missed, but that’s one down” Lucas said dryly, Roman eyes widened he struggled to catch his breath. Legion’s hand could almost be seen on his neck.

“We haven't, but don't worry too much. In case you've forgotten, they have this special healing ability. They will heal in no time.” “The assassins used poisoned weapons.”I informed them and they were taken aback. More waiting in vain without hearing anything from outside. We were asked to wait some more until the sun was about to set. The people in the room were now twenty. A few minutes more and the door swung open to reveal the towering stature of King Dorian. We quickly stood on our feet to give respect until he took the space behind the table they prepared.

My blood went cold. "What pack insignia were the attackers wearing?" She shook her head. "No insignia. Black armor. No markings. But their leader..." She swallowed. "Their leader called himself Dorian." The name detonated inside my skull. Dorian. The Elder who cleared his throat at Kael's ceremony. The Elder who Davan said had threatened Kael with pack-wide consequences if he didn't reject me. The Elder who sat on the Silver Ridge Council and signed kill orders and engineered rejections and built the infrastructure of murder that had killed my mother.