Assassin Creed Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

When Archfiend Antigonus appeared, the eyes of roughly a hundred people quickly focused on him. "Hackett, you didn't expect me to come so soon, right?" With a sinister smile on his face, Dorian stared at Archfiend Antigonus and said, "Damn, you were very good at fighting at Flourish KTV just now. This time, I've brought more men with me. I'd like to see if you can knock them all down." Dorian's face was full of arrogance and resentment. Dorian had been in shock when he was at Flourish KTV. However, he was no longer afraid as he thought he had brought someone powerful with him.

Dario cursed and shoved her behind him, pulling a pistol from his belt. The front doors blew open. And there he was. Luciano Moretti. A black hurricane of death and fury. He moved like a shadow, like a storm, cutting down Dario’s men with brutal precision. A bullet to the head. A knife to the throat. One by one, they fell. Dario shoved Aria into a wall and fired wildly. Luciano didn’t even flinch. He closed the distance between them in three strides, disarming Dario with a vicious twist and slamming him into the marble floor.

"I’ll ask again. Who the hell are you?" The man smirked, unfazed. "My name is Dorian Vale. And like it or not, I’m your best shot at surviving what’s about to happen.” Mark scoffed, arms crossed. "Yeah? And who the hell do you think you are? Dorian looked at him, a hint of amusement on his face. “Because I’m 10 years ready for this war. Because I know who Bryan has become. And because I know how to make him stop.”

Im curious as to whats going on in his head, I muster up the courage to ask, "Whats on your mind? You look like you got wheels turning in head whats up?" He said nothing just looked at me. My gut started stirring and my palms began to sweat. No one makes Ferro nervous, but I know Roman is a cold blooded killer, worse than me. I kill to protect, Roman and his cousin Khan kill for enjoyment. They were some sick and twisted bastards. "You've grown quite fond of our little assassin huh? I mean I cant blame you, she blossomed into a real woman eh?" his voice got husky and was laced with lust.

Some were marked neutralized, others pending. “Oh my God,” Lara whispered. “They’re running assassinations through predictive data.” Nathan’s expression hardened. “They turned our defense system into a weapon.” A live feed blinked open. Dorian’s face appeared on the monitor, half-lit, calm as ever. “Hello, Nathan.” His voice was almost pleasant. “I see you found our little project. Efficient as always.” Alina’s stomach dropped. “He’s inside the system.” Dorian smiled faintly. “Of course I am. You built the door yourself.”

He gripped the ground as he heard the bricks fall from the building in the middle of nowhere. DAIMON, the assassin who loves to wear white clothes, watched Shadow slowly get up and walk after the collision ended. "He's the sole survivor in this building," his partner commented and he nodded. He put his mask back before checking the time on his watch. "He left his comrades inside the cells when he had the choice to let them out." "This should send that bastard Sebastian a message," he uttered before looking at the ruined building on the other side. He was lucky he was not present or else Daimon would've had his head on a stick.

He took a step back toward the path, measured and casual, the way you move when you don’t want to signal fear. The wolf circled. Cut him off. “Okay.” Aaron raised his hands, glancing toward the path where his friends had been a moment ago and were no longer. The ravine was suddenly very quiet without the speaker. Just the water, and the wind in the trees, and the sound of his own pulse. “Look. I don’t know who you are. But my father is Harold Mortem.” He said it the way he said everything — with the expectation that the name would do the work.

“Aurora…” “Let me finish” I said, raising my hand at Dante who frowned “Caspian is a cop who was against what Giovanni did. He sent men to go after him, his mate is an agent as well. Both didn’t want me getting in trouble with the Giovanni business and have been trying to get me out of it. Third, there is no such thing as a sire bond. Not in the sense that you referred to at least. Therefore, the next time you choose to listen to someone, or want to accuse me of something like that…”

already there, standing near the war table, her arms crossed, her face tight.“She's alive,” I said, my voice hard. “Sora made it back. But Ryker and Hale are still missing.”One of the elders opened his mouth. I didn’t let him speak.“We no longer have the luxury of caution. Dorian has gone too far.”A shuffle of unease moved through them. One spoke—Lord Marrow, old and brittle and too used to council chambers instead of battlefields.“You mean to retaliate, Your Majesty?”“No,” I said, stepping forward. “I mean to end him.”I slammed my palm on the war table, lighting up the center rune—a map flared to life in silver light, revealing the fractures in our territory, the scars left by Dorian’s sil

I whisper to Dario as he unties me while my eyes are trained on the two fighting in front of us. “The enemy took our Queen; why wouldn’t I come?” “Ugh, Dario, I told you not to call me that,” I say, knowing this is not the time for pleasantries, especially since it looks like Dante has the upper hand. Then again, the man is a literal weapon now and built for killing. When I look again, Arman has knocked Dante to the ground with a punch to his head, pinning him and aiming his punches at Dante’s face. Dante twists himself and gets on top, dazing Arman with a blow to his temple.