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.”

As he cradles his face, I charge again, sending a combination of punches to his gut, then kicking him in his knees, sending him to the ground. To finish him off, I send a hard kick straight to his throa. His hands immediately go to his throat, and he falls slowly to the ground on his face. The man I saw earlier with Savon, his beta, comes to aid the Gamma. He checks his pulse and then orders the other warriors to carry him to the pack hospital. I watch as they pick him up and carry him off. A sound of hands clapping begins to rise behind me. As I turn to see what's going on, I find the remaining warriors, along with Savon, clapping and whistling.

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.”

Ronan said, his voice cold, merciless. Dorian’s lips curled into a twisted grin. “You think this is over? You think you’ve won?” He laughed, the sound low and menacing. “You have no idea what you’ve started. You’ve made enemies of the wrong people.” Ronan’s expression never wavered. “You should have stayed hidden, Dorian. Now you’ll pay for underestimating me.” With a single, swift motion, Ronan pulled the trigger. The world seemed to stand still as Dorian’s body slumped to the ground, lifeless.

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.

POV: Araya Dorian steps fully into the clearing, his boots crunching on the snow. His eyes sweep over the group, lingering on Ronan and the sisters before settling on Araya. "Araya Varrow," Dorian says, drawing out her name like it's a joke. "Or should I say, the wolf-less reject who was supposed to die in the forest." Ronan growls, the sound low and dangerous. "Leave. Now." Dorian's gaze shifts to Ronan, and something flickers in his eyes. Fear, maybe. But he hides it quickly behind arrogance.

“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…”