Assassin's Creed Connor Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

she asked with a raised eyebrow. "You think I'll answer you?" He scoffed. "No, I don't think so… Unless I use force," she uttered with a sweet smile before pulling his chained hands and placing it on the table before locking it in place. "How naive of you assassins to think I was weak." She played with the butcher's knife she grabbed from the torture devices provided. She smirked before slamming it on the table, piercing it. "Do you want to know a little secret?" she asked with a grin and excited eyes. The man looked at her with annoyance.

A man like that needed to be stopped at all costs. “Did you limit your search to just America?” I asked. Connor was based in Austria, and there was probably a chance they would find something if they focused on Austria instead. “Of course not. My team did as much digging as they could, but Connor is clearly a smart man. For some reason, he managed to hide all past records of him, and those records can not be anything good.” Aaron answered, and I couldn’t hide the disappointed sigh that escaped my lips as I felt a headache creep onto my skull.

Connor said through his gritted teeth in resentment while he was spitting out blood, “I won’t let you off for this. I won’t ever—” Kayson slapped his shoulder and destroyed his muscles with his Novem Lightning Zero Impact. Connor let out an agonizing scream instantly.

"Your guys need to work on their footwork. Way too top-heavy." "I'll kill you!" Konner screamed. He didn't grab another wooden sword. His hand flew down to the inside of his boot, and with a sharp SCHWING, he pulled a six-inch silver combat blade out from his lining. My whole body went cold. Silver wasn't allowed on academy grounds. It was strictly contraband, the kind of blade designed specifically to stop a werewolf from healing. "Konner, put that down," I said, my voice dropping the fake raspy joke and getting real tight, real fast. "You get caught with silver in here, they'll throw you out."

A ripple of distorted air shattered like broken glass, revealing a figure dressed in form-fitting, midnight-grey silk. The Assassin. He held a blade of pure, condensed shadow—a weapon designed to sever the soul rather than the flesh. The tip of the blade was less than an inch from Scarlett’s spine, stopped entirely by Caleb’s bare, silver-tattooed hand gripping the lethal edge. The shadow-blade hissed, trying to eat through the Lycan's flesh, but Caleb’s Alpha Qi fought back, boiling the shadow into harmless black smoke. "You missed," Caleb growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that made the metal floor grumble.

Logan said. “No need Alpha. I have a select few guards that I want to take with me that are great at tracking, and they spend a few hours a day on the training course practicing, they are ready to go now.” Lane said. “Good. Head out, but keep your phones and mind links open. Contact me if you find anything.” Logan said. “Alpha?” Marcus spoke up. “Yes, Marcus?” Logan said. “Do you remember my cousin that found her mate in the Blue Lake’s pack?” Marcus asked.

Also, he has just given me the same advice that I gave my students. "I understand master. Do not worry much. I did not come here to be killed. Have you forgotten my alias? I am known as Blade for a very good reason. I am sharp and extremely quick. Let's just say that I am a lethal weapon. Besides, I am going into that ring with a different purpose. Not just to win but to recruit that man." I smirk when I see how astonished master Gao looks. "Child, what has gotten into you? You want to steal Connors most priced possession?" Master Gao queries with worry etched on his face.

“Oh, I haven’t forgotten. I was just waiting for you to call on me as it looked as if you were busy with pack business. I saw you speaking with Pierce and Christian. “Yes, I’m always busy with pack business. And my discussion with you is part of that. I’m keen to hear what information you have for me. Blake has always been an enemy of mine and the idea of taking him down with the help of one of his own intrigues and excites me to no end.” Connor once again wore his wicked smile. The one that made Stephanie weak in the knees. The one she’d fallen in love with.

“I–fuck, I don’t know how to even begin to answer that–” “Soren, that’s enough,” Blake says from the archway then turns to Ryatt, Evander within sight in the room behind them. “Soren and I have been working together for the past five years, moving Hannibal’s marks into hiding and killing anyone working with him against the Allied Kingdoms.” Kenna gasps, whirling, but Ryatt just… stares at him. “Soren is what the media calls the Blade. He was the Spider’s assassin, but I turned him to our side. We have Hannibal exactly where we need him now. It’s time to act.”

He knew only Igor dared to say something but he had never thought of killing him for his proactive words. "No......." He denied bringing out a cigar to his mouth. "She is too young... Just a teenager......" Igor massaged his temple looking at the documents he had once in his hand while passing the Zippo to lit his cigar. He tried to convince his boss who was in a different world since the girl barged inside his life. "That doesn't change her identity. She is still the Assassin's Daughter."