Novel & Cerita Assassin's Creed Connor Hidden Blade

“You know what I’m talking about. You act like you are the best in the Faction, when that’s not true. I have more kills than you, by a long shot.” I snorted, “That’s because you take the easy assignments that even a child could clear.” Connor grabbed his handgun and held it pointed at me as he took a step forward. “Bitch, shut the fuck up.” He was fuming, shaking with rage. I raised my hands up, not willing to move an inch. He took a couple of breaths and then dropped the gun. “That’s when I came up with this glorious plan to take you out. Then you really wouldn’t be able to act so smug, because you’d be dead.”

In a blur of controlled precision, he spun, grabbed Gabriel’s wrist, and twisted his arm behind his back, his left hand holding him firmly in place. His right hand moved to his single braid, the tips of his fingers gliding along its smooth length to the hem. With a practiced flick, they pressed against a hidden slot, releasing a small, sleek blade. In one fluid motion, Henry drew it free and pressed it against Gabriel’s neck, his grip unyielding. Gabriel froze, every muscle rigid with shock under the sudden, lethal precision. ****** Gabriel’s eyes flickered coldly down, inscrutable, as they landed on the small blade Henry held hidden in his braid. Henry reacted instantly, sliding the blade a

“Who is he?” Reyes looked horrified. “He used to work Treasury Intelligence,” she said quietly. “He disappeared in 2008 after exposing a covert banking operation in Brussels.” She swallowed hard. “People thought he was dead.” Kane continued calmly on-screen: “Tonight is only the beginning. The first Harbor archive has been released. Five more remain.” The room exploded into noise again. “Five?” Alex repeated. Alicia felt cold all over. Kane looked directly into the camera now. “And to Alicia Dickson specifically…” he said softly.

“But stay close to me and don't do anything stupid like jumping in front me again.” I didn’t say it out loud, but I already knew— I wouldn’t be truly safe no matter where I was. Not when that figure could access my mind. --- Connor met us outside the palace gates the next day, his expression grim. “I found a new brand new trail we've never seen before sir,” he said. “Leading through the forest. It’s fresh.” Adrian’s entire body tensed. “Where does it lead?” Connor exhaled. “You’re not gonna like it.”

Hadn't he taken enough from me already? Conor moved closer, his expression focused. My hand instinctively reached for the dagger hidden in my waistband—a habit I’d picked up after the Darius incident that made me feel constantly exposed, something I really disliked. With his hands raised in a non-threatening gesture, he looked at me with his attentive blue eyes. "I was just wondering if you’d like to grab a drink together. Just want to chat. We’ve both been let down lately. And, hey, I can’t help but notice that there’s something about you that reminds me of someone. Go ahead and indulge me. No worries, I don’t have any ill intentions. I swear it." His voice was rough, but there was no malic

I want to laugh but I hold it in, I want to look away but I can’t, it’s like seeing them here and alive again. “The assassin Acheron sent, was meant to kill you to prevent you from ever being able to challenge him for the crown. His name is Blue Blade. Torrin and your father killed all of his men whilst Mrs Crook and your mother got you safely across our southern border.” Zaine takes a deep breath and his brow crinkles. “I found out the night that you were attacked, the same night I found out who you are, Blue Blade is still in the southern forest. In ten years he has never left, and the rogues who keep breaching the perimeter are sent by him to try to draw us out. Now that you have your wol

Connor uttered as he went to the back of his trunk and pulled out two rifles, he hid it behind the right pillar. “So let's do this then.” I conceded to his words. “There's one thing that you should know, Marcus. Bringing him here was one of the worst mistakes you made…” “I brought him here because his finger is the access I need after he's removed himself as the co-host to the weapons.” Markus exposed his secret. “About that I don't think it's going to happen.” “Shoot the man wearing an overall.” Connor gave the signal, the shot was fired on his client.

I let the silver come up to full and I let it stay there, no brake, no fold, no ceiling, and I let the Sovereign engine roar without a leash for the second time tonight, and I do not count the exits and I do not count the cameras and I do not count anything at all, because counting is the discipline of a thing that needs to hide, that needs to know where the doors are because it intends to flee through one of them, and I am done hiding, and I am done fleeing, and I am done being smaller than I am. The Phantom Blade is in my hair and the obsidian blade is live in my hand and the disruptor is in my off hand and my own blood is singing, at the very top of its voice, the exact note that this ent

They are all toying with me. They are all driving me insane before they kill me. And the truth is maybe I’m going mad. “You were supposed to be sleeping, River. That part of the conversation wasn’t for your ears” Curse his whiskey-soaked voice and curse Neo’s concerned blue eyes. It only takes a minute of hesitation for Connor to take my wrists yanking both knives from my hands. Neo picks the knives from the bed leaving me in the room with Connor. For a moment, his hands are digging into my wrists, his breath fanning my nose, my body pressed flush against his.

It was fast, darting through the confusion like a ghost. Instinct kicked in. I launched myself forward, dragging Nora behind me. The blade bit into flesh-not hers. Pain exploded through my chest. I heard her scream, her voice ripping through the night as I fell to my knees. Warm blood spread under my hand, soaking my skin. The scent of silver and iron filled my lungs. “Nora—” I choked, my vision blurring. The hood fell away from the assassin's face, showing one of the younger warriors, eyes empty, his veins blackened with poison. Controlled. Marked. Someone had sent him.