Assassin Creed Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move. Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul? I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind was too far gone in his green abyss to comprehend.

But it was too late as the window shattered and an arrow flew across the room and went straight through the young man's throat. Blood splashed across the stone floor and his mouth opened, no sound came out. He dropped dead instantly. "Protect the Alpha! Seal the headquarters! Find the archer!" Darius was already shouting orders and warriors rushed in every direction. I ignored all of it and walked toward the dead runner. His blood was still warm. Dorian must have prepared for this moment and made sure he would never finish speaking. My jaw tightened. “Make sure Dorian is found! Don't stop looking, he will help lead us to Christine! You must bring him to me at all costs!” I ordered placing em

So far, Darius wasn’t angry until now. Arnold’s senses seemed to return to him as he saw me laying on the ground with a bleeding arm. He threw down his quiver and ran towards me. But Darius’ glaring eyes kept him at a distance. “Don’t even think of coming closer!” Darius hissed as he made to lift me. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Arnold said coming closer despite Darius’s menacing glare. Darius was breathing through his mouth. I could tell the grip he had on his control was a simple thread and if Arnold pushed him further he was going to snap. I held the hand he had placed around me and he looked down at me.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

I reassured him. "OK, What do you want to do?" he asked after a moment of silence. "We are setting a trap for him. Up till now, we don't know why he has been killing our members but if there is one thing we are sure of it is that one of the objectives is to set fear into our hearts. That is why his next prey is going to be a trap. So far he has only been killing maids from the kitchen and our soldiers. We know the range of ages he has chosen and I want you to release all the soldiers at the borders from their duty and invite them all to the party. Place only six maids in the kitchen and none of them should know of the mission. Finally, ask 12 warriors who took the blood oath to be around the

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

She looked like she hadn’t slept—not really. “The man I hit… they confirmed his identity. His real name wasn’t in any of the original reports.” Amara poured a glass of water slowly, cautiously. “So who was he?” “Dorian Graves. Ex-military. Real shadow type. Connected to offshore security firms—and, more importantly, connected to Julian March.” Liam stiffened. “So Sebastian planted him?” Tessa nodded. “Either that, or Julian wanted to provoke a confrontation. The crazy thing is, they matched Dorian’s blood to a database… and he had markers identical to Sebastian’s.”

Dorian responded, running swiftly. “Ain't nothing but….” “Dodge idiot!” An arrow was expertly shot, and targeted at Kaden, but Dorian was quick to push him out of the way. The arrow pierced his back deeply; the diluted sliver laces with it instantly spread around his system. Dorian coughed out blood excessively, his legs getting weak. “Alpha, Dorian!” they exclaimed. "Stop right there you f****** thief!” the warrior wolves kept yelling after them. Conri slugged Dorian's right arm, while Kaden did the same for the left.

Alpha Darren acted immediately after hearing the recording of Annabelle's conversation with Miranda. The first person he wanted to see and who he thought was the key witness was the one who was driving the boat. Alpha Darren knew Diana and George couldn't be driving the boat, so he believes someone is helping them. This was strengthened by Cedric's confirmation that there was indeed a member of the army who used to be a member of the Pack Delonix who then asked to become a member of Pack Kyne.