Assassin Creed Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

King Dorian descended from the sky and stood there with his eyes scanning the big hole he'd made in his castle. Altar and Diego spotted him. "This isn't fun anymore...." Altar said. "I dont think you can take him on Altar" Diego clutched on his arm. "Is that a fact?" Altar protested laughing hopelessly. "You will not escape me pnevma....." Dorian announced. "I dont think he's kidding....run to the wall to the gate. Thats your freedom" Altar told him. "What about you?" Diego said. "Im right behind you" he assured. Diego ran and did not look back.

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

Of Damian, standing just beyond the circle, watching her with something close to pride. ‘I’ve already crossed the line,’ she said quietly. ‘I just didn’t know it yet.’ Mara reached out and clasped her forearm. One by one, the others followed, forming a circle around her. The serpent had found its own. From the shadows near the elevator, Don Russo observed silently. He had built empires by recognising power before it fully revealed itself. Tonight, he wasn’t watching a captive. He was watching a queen come into her inheritance. And somewhere far away, Madam Lee felt a chill crawl up her spine—an unspoken warning that the weapon she had helped forge had turned its gaze back toward its creators

Dorian was shaking beside me, his eyes fixed on the fire. "He’s still in there," Dorian whispered. "No," I said, my voice hardening into steel as I stood up. I looked at the encrypted coordinates glowing on the screen. "He’s a Santoro. He’s too arrogant to die in a pile of rust." I turned away from the fire, looking toward the dark outline of the Veronesi factory in the distance. The "Regret" had done its job. Now, it was time for the "Revenge."

Dorian pulled his sidearm. Isolde stood slowly. “Time to find out who else she invited.” The first figure dropped from the rafters in silence. Black mask. Matte gear. Knees flexed in perfect combat posture. No insignia. No sound. Just motion. Dorian fired once center mass. The figure hit the floor hard. Dead or stunned. No time to check. The second one came from the right through the salt-rusted stairwell. Isolde turned, gun up too late.

Everything sat exactly where it should be, undisturbed, as if Dorian had simply stepped outside. "The back," Aria said suddenly. "He keeps a small garden behind the cottage. He would have gone there to dig up the rosebush my mother planted. He told me he wanted to bring it to the mansion." Caden moved. They came around the side of the cottage and into the small garden and Caden's chest seized for one full second before his mind caught up with what he was seeing. Dorian was on the ground. Not collapsed. Not unconscious. He was kneeling in the dirt beside the rosebush with his hands raised slowly, carefully, in front of him, and standing six feet away with a blade drawn was one of the two oper

Cassian moved through the room with his daggers already in hand, positioning himself at the angle of the broken window with the practiced efficiency of someone who had done this kind of math before — sight lines, entry points, the geometry of being outnumbered in an enclosed space. Renn stood near the hallway entrance with a short blade she hadn't seen him draw and an expression of focused calm that told her he had made his decision about which side of this he was on and had finished making it some time ago. Dorian stood in the center of the room beside his mother, and Aurora noticed for the first time that his hands were not empty. He held nothing visible, but the air around his fingers had

He slipped it over the neck of a soldier locked in a standoff with Rex. Pull. Three seconds. The man went limp. Sylvan released the string. He didn't even glance at the body falling. He was already moving to the next target. His gray wolf had torn through a second archer's bowstring behind him. Then the beast turned its head. Those yellow wolf eyes cut across the chaos of the battlefield and locked onto me. Its ears flattened back, like it was verifying something. Then it launched at the next archer. Dorian stood at the highest point of the altar. Data scrolled across his control panel at a manic pace. Three of his twelve drones had been shot down by net guns, their wreckage crackling on the

Dorian was merely an oddity, an Immortal Swordsman from the Path Seeking Sect who had been unable to break through to the martial god king realm for hundreds of years. For Lynn of the Zago race and Nefarious Blast General Dyson of the Sky Demon Kingdom, the golden light on Dorian's body that had defended against Dave's lethal strike was what truly deserved attention. Both sides had already discerned that Dorian was a stage-six martial god king, and his swordsmanship was considerably superior to Dave's. Taking down Dave was only a matter of time. However, they had not expected Dave to be beheaded in just three moves. The most crucial factor was that golden light Dorian had unleashed.

Norian scoffed, dashing forward with a longsword in one hand and short dagger in the other, showing a few light and fast strikes and stabs, testing Dilo’s defence. Dilo countered Norian’s last strike with her open palm against Norian’s wrist, sending her sword wide, and she took advantage of the opening, sending her foot in a solid standing kick that sent Norian sprawling. “Hmpf,” Dilo growled with a smile, seeing Norian recover and enter her usual low stance, sword horizontal across her front in readiness. “I expected more from a black assassin.” Letting her stance rise in height a little, Norian smirked, “Not taking advantage of that will be a mistake you’ll come to regret.”