Assassin Creed Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

I watched as he went over to meet with Celine, and they both laughed. "I guess they are both acquaintances?" I asked myself in disbelief. They had known each other from the very beginning, I was watching their every move, when Agnar quickly told me of the arrival of the Lycan Prince. If Cain is here, it means the Assassins aren't far behind and no one is safe. I stepped out with Agnar to welcome the Lycan prince, then ushered him into the party. I was about walking past Cain , "Strike now!" He whispered loudly into my ears. I looked around immediately to make sure I was alone, and goddess so gracious there was no one in sight.

Arthur sighed in disappointment. Unbeknownst to him, there was an assassin, close to him, waiting for the perfect chance to attack. The assassin was sent by the same mysterious man, who had sent Austin Philips after him, and after Austin Phillips failed he decided to hire another assassin, and of course this assassin was better trained, and he had never failed a mission in his whole life. The sound of footsteps, had Arthur turn to look at who was approaching him. It was Dawn. She was wearing a black, short office skirt and a leather jacket, and her red hair tumbled over her shoulder. In one word she looked hot as always.

The battle erupted in a frenzy of movement and sound. Dorian leapt into the fray, his claws tearing through flesh with deadly precision. Each strike was fueled by his desperation to reach Irwin, each roar a declaration of his resolve. Ashina’s blades flashed like lightning, cutting down foes with a ruthless efficiency. No room to change into wolves. Cain fought back-to-back with her, his swordsmanship unmatched as he protected their flank. Amidst the chaos, Dorian’s gaze locked onto a familiar figure: Leo. “Still chasing ghosts, Dorian?” Leo taunted, his voice cutting through the din. “You’ll never reach her in time.”

Even after Micah rescued me and the new batch of kids from that man and found me a home with his family, it has never stopped. Micah is a badass assassin who works for some secret assassin guild. Of course, I only know this because he was the one that rescued me from that house of horrors. All of the assassins he works with are gorgeous and total bad assess. Seriously, all of the men are beyond gorgeous. I try not to think about it too much because of him. Who is him, you ask? Well, he’s Connor Archer.

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.

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 stood up, rounding his desk to where she stood facing straight forward. “There's a man in Mexico city. A very powerful man that threatens my position as the top worldwide.” His voice lowers to almost a whisper, the strong breathy smell of toba**o fanning her face. “Don Antonio Alvarez. You will infiltrate his mansion and assassinate him quietly. No mistakes.” Her head shot up. “Another don?” Darius’ brow lifted slightly. “Are you perhaps hesitant right now?” His voice dipped lethally. “I'm not,” Alina said quickly.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

I smile hungrily. Dorian doesn’t scramble. Scars cover his skin, like most rogues, making his expression almost impossible to read, but his gaze goes to the sky. The hair on the back of my neck prickles. ‘Baz, how did you—’ The assassin leaps to his feet, twists, and slashes a second sword I didn’t even fucking see across Baz’s chest. My friend topples with a yelp, and Dorian sprints over his body to the fucking trellis at the end of the alley, the one Baz climbed down to get here. I snarl and coil my muscles to launch into another chase.

“Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.” He seemed to finally be saying the things that were bubbling up inside him. The things that I kept cutting him off from saying. That, or he was trying to throw me off, use a trick to try to gain my trust and confidence. It wouldn’t work. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Have you heard of The Silent Assassin? He went by many names.” His head shifted so that he looked over his shoulder.