Assassin Creed Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

“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.

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.”

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.