Assassin Creed Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

--- Across the city, in a warehouse that smelled of rust and old blood, Dorian poured himself a glass of something dark and watched the sun rise through filthy windows. He was beautiful in the gray light—golden hair catching the faint illumination, amber eyes gleaming with something that might have been pleasure. He had waited a long time for this. Centuries, watching Alexander Volkan play at being human, pretend he was something other than the predator he'd been made to be. And now, finally, Alexander had given him the weapon he needed. The girl. He smiled, lifting his glass to the dawn. Luna Marchetti. Antonio's daughter. The last of the bloodline that had caused so much trouble for his ki

He had left his mate's side so early and the fact he hadn't heard her sweet voice today,all he wanted was to dump all these work and go to her. He knew he could just leave it for someone else to finish but Dorian was a person who liked things done with precision and aside Azrael,he trusted no one else with things as such. Towards the evening,the night sky slowly peeked through the orange hued horizon and Dorian was almost finished with half of his work when he got a distressing call from one of his warriors. "WHAT THE F*** DO YOU MEAN!" Dorian roared once he heard what Derek reported about the mixed breed they had kept in captivity escaping.

“Because the mark glowed. The stars aligned. The bloodline revealed itself. The ley lines call her. And because… Astrid is already breaking.” I didn’t like riddles. But then Dorian stood and stepped forward. “There’s something you should know,” he said. “I once served Magnus. I was one of his hounds. But I left after he executed my sister—for speaking of the old prophecies.” Pain flickered in his voice, even if his face stayed still. “He won’t stop, Aria. But he won’t come at you blind, either. He’ll wait until the right moment. He’ll strike where it hurts.”

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Kill him and bring me the girl." Dorian lunged at me with renewed rage. This time, I wasn't fast enough. His fist connected with my jaw, sending me falling. Before I could rise, he was on me, claws extended for the finishing blow. "Dorian, no!" Amara's voice rang out. He froze, just inches from my throat. The Ancient One hissed in anger. "Finish him!" Amara stood, golden light still flowing from her hands. Orion lay behind her, his chest rising and falling slowly.

Then, gritting his teeth and swinging his arm to knock his assailant back, he shot through his ribs. But before he could recover, another person emerged from the darkness. A blade flashed towards his face. Nicholas barely dodged, the sharp edge close enough to graze his cheek. He fired a shot, but Adrian's men, his attackers, were already on the move and they were swift and threatening. Grabbing his wrist, one of them roughly twisted it. His gun fell out of his hand and clattered against the concrete that had been soaked by the rain.

“You’re joking.” “Raina Robert Cole. Spill! Right fucking now.” I sighed. “I might’ve hired someone.” Cassie shrieked. “You did not! Again, I say someone bring back our Raina. This is definitely a clone” Katrina leaned so close to her camera that all I saw was her forehead. “Who’d you hire?” I hesitated and Katrina’s eyes sparked like she had made a huge discovery. “Oh my God, it’s that stripper from the club, right?”

It came negative, which means the person never spoke to the Russians while in the mansion or the compound. "Derrick's location," I said and it started hacking on various systems so as to find it. After ten minutes, the location was there. Via del street 1.9km from Revi "Adrianna, please open the door," he shouted on the other side. I walked to my weapon base and picked the weapons that I knew I would need. I later walked to the closet and wore a black jeans, black pull neck, black boots and a black trench coat. I applied some makeup and later walked out. I walked past him and I knew that he was following me behind.

Stryker nods his head and turns on the computer. It takes us a few hours to go through the list of demands and begin research on the coded files found in Kazik’s hideaway. Stryker hopes that we can get the information Kazik is keeping from us before a deal is struck. Like Stryker, I trust Jaxon Maxwell. The guy is most definitely one of the best Confradia strategists. He’s an unfeeling bastard who doesn’t take shit from anyone. I will only admit this to myself, but he’s also pretty damn intimidating. The guy exudes power. He and Stryker are about the same height. Jaxon is in his late thirties with a formidable background. All-in-all, he’s driven and unfeeling when it comes to our enemies. He

The man was smoking a thick stick of cigarette, and he let out a puff of smoke, his voice muffled by the mask. "So you are saying that Ophelia Storm isn't faking her amnesia?" The female nodded, clearing her throat. "Yes, Warrior. I had never seen her that afraid, and her husband believes that her attack was because of him." The man stared into the moonlight for a while, and then turned around, taking slow steps towards the female assassin who held her breath. Gently, he lifted the burning cigarette and pushed the butt into her skin, rolling it around slowly. "If you've made a mistake, and the order is exposed because of you, I will kill you, after I take out your weakness in front of you. W