Assassin Creed Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

“To Jaxon and Maleah.” I raise my own drink, appreciatively, “Thank you, gentlemen.” Once we’ve had our drinks, we all take a seat and get down to business. I look around at all of my men and fold my leg over my knee with a sigh. “Other than to come back here and be with my beautiful wife, I’m here because the man who tried to kill her is still alive. I’m sure all of you can empathize with me when I say that I will kill anyone who hurts Maleah. Victor is currently here taking refuge with Armando Rubio’s predecessor, Lisandro Corrullo. From what Ewan and Scotty gathered, he’s very badly hurt, which means he’s even more dangerous. I want everything you can find on Lisandro, and I want everyone

The runed blade dangled uselessly in his cloak as chaos swirled around him. “Kill him, you fool,” I mumbled under my breath. “This is your moment. Take it!” For a dreadful instant, I feared he would just stand there until someone killed him, wasting all of my careful work. Then, something changed. He hardened into focus. He began to move with purpose, keeping track of Ronan, waiting for the right opening. And when a massive rogue locked Ronan in battle at the temple, Dorian saw his chance. The strike was simple but effective. While Ronan was distracted, Dorian slipped in close with quiet precision. The blade slashed across his brother’s neck not deep enough to kill instantly, but enough to r

I felt something settle cold in my chest. “He had help,” Dorian said. I already knew the shape of what was coming. “Who?” “Brennan.” The name landed like impact. Senior enforcer. Twelve years. Trusted. In the war room tonight. Standing meters from Aria. “Where is he?” I asked. “That’s the problem,” Dorian said. “He’s gone.” Silence stretched. “He heard everything,” I said. “The stones. The activation.” “Aria.” “He heard everything,” Dorian confirmed. Then “There’s more.” “If the plan failed” He stopped. Then finished. “He was ordered to eliminate the bloodline holder.” I was already running. The forest blurred. Branches became obstacles.

The heavy oak doors groans open and closed behind them, taking the immediate threat of bloodshed with them into the morning mist. When the hall cleared of the Blackthorn delegation, the tension did not dissolve. It merely shifted, condensing into the small triangle of space between the dais and the war table. Dorian stood up from his seat, descending the steps with slow, deliberate grace. He stopped beside me, his tall frame a solid, familiar barrier against the world. "A clean victory, Miss Voss," Dorian said quietly, though his eyes were fixed on Kael. "We neutralized twenty armored warriors without drawing a single blade."

My breath hitched as he stepped out. I widened my eyes abruptly as I recognized him. Fuck…This man—my buyer—was Dorian!!! My brother Gray’s most trusted soldier, Dorian! He had that mask for the Underground Club’s customers in one hand. His dark hair was slicked back, and his piercing eyes bore into me with a mix of anger and disappointment. “Dorian?” My voice trembled. “What the hell…What are you doing here?! Did you buy me off?!” Dorian's expression hardened, “Yes.”

“Um…what, sorry? Oh, where I’m from? Downtown by the courts. What’s your name?” “Dorian,” was all he said. There was a brief pause in my expression before reality crashed down heavily on me. How could I have missed it? That unrivaled air of authority, the god-like aura, the wickedly sexy looks. Only one family in North Creekville had perfect command over things like this; the Grimaldis. Not just any Grimaldi, Dorian Grimaldi. The same Dorian Grimaldi who owned Creekville’s biggest club, Ace. The same Dorian Grimaldi who was the only heir to the Grimaldi empire. The very same Dorian Grimaldi who was notoriously known for his reputation as the most unattainable man in the city. Yes, that same

His hands and my hands and the eastern road stones beneath us and the battle raging on every side. He was good. That was the thing I had to keep acknowledging to stay functional. Dorian Vane did not survive years of running a military operation from hiding by being a soft target. He was fast and precise and he knew how to read a wolf's body in real time and adjust to what he read. He read my left shoulder. Hit it in the first thirty seconds. The same targeting Kaelor had used in the northern yard because Kaelor learned it from Dorian's training systems and now the origin of that

“We didn’t want to come here, but our social duties force us to be there for such events, and seeing as a beta like Miley died, I can’t help but want to pop a bottle of…” “Marissa” Daniel said, stopping his mate, his eyes more amused than he wanted to let out. Ezio chuckled, tightening his arm around me as he pulled me closer, the scent of Cassandra filling our nostrils as she walked out of the house, carrying Ariana in her arms as she walked out.

Alpha Dorian, or I assumed that was him, commanded. I assumed he was Dorian as he looked older than the third man with them. The third man looked like a younger clone of Dorian, so I concluded he was the Alpha heir. At least Dorian was smart enough to tell his Gamma to stop running his mouth. This short interaction at least made it clear where Séréna got her attitude from. “Prince Gunnar, Prince Henrik.” Dorian greeted them before his eyes fell on me.

Draven was calm and sharp, every move controlled. They circled each other, metal crashing again and again. “You were always weaker than me!” Dorian shouted, swinging hard. Draven blocked, then shoved Dorian back. “And yet I’m the one still standing.” Draven struck low, cutting Dorian’s leg. Dorian dropped to one knee with a snarl. He tried to swing again, but Draven knocked the sword from his hand. Dorian looked up, chest heaving. “Wait—” Draven didn’t. He drove his sword straight through Dorian’s heart. Dorian gasped, eyes wide, then collapsed.