Assassin's Creed Connor Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

His guard dropped just for a fraction of a second—a fatal mistake in the chaos of war. From the corner of his eye, Don Grego saw it. A man from Cora’s clan, a deadly warrior with a bloodlust in his eyes, was creeping up behind Norwan, his blade raised high. The moment stretched in time, and Don Grego's instincts kicked in. Without hesitation, he hurled a small, gleaming blade with expert precision, sending it spiraling through the air. The dagger struck the would-be assassin square in the chest, knocking him to the ground with a sickening thud.

"Oh? And what can you do, sweetheart?" I smiled coldly. My hand slid into my hair. I unpinned the jeweled hairclip Sebastian had gifted me—the one he called "just in case." I clicked it open, revealing the hidden blade. Serrated, sharp, almost needle-like. Designed to pierce deep and refuse to be pulled free. I trailed it gently across one man’s neck. He didn’t notice until the tip broke skin. "Ow—what the fuck?!" The others went still. "Try me," I said. "Please. Give me a reason."

the general uttered, he was as shocked as he is. “I suppose to look for you and the young man as well,” the general said with his voice stuttering. “The young man was with me, he’s beside me,” Therens answered, he sounded flat yet no one can identify how he is feeling from his voice if he was angry or just in a serious tone. General Malta look below and saw the young man covering his ears, he cannot tell if he was shaking from the darkness that surrounded them. Therens felt something moving in his back pocket where the dagger was hidden. It was bothering him, he quietly and secretly pull the dagger. He was right, it was the dagger moving on its own once again. He holds it tight and returns i

"Just one gun? Take a knife too—for extra security." He moved to another section, pulling out a slim, cylinder-like object. He held it up. I frowned. "What’s that? A perfume bottle?" The label even read Fragrance in elegant gold letters. Conner chuckled. "That’s the point. It’s a camouflage knife." He twisted the top, and in a flash, a hidden blade slid out. My breath caught. "Oh my…" The blade gleamed under the soft light, sharp, lethal. “I'll take it too," I muttered, stepping closer and reaching for it.

He crossed the kitchen in two steps and hit Tanner Talbot with everything he had. Tanner was bigger — broader, heavier, the quarry work having kept something functional under the ruin of the drinking — and he didn’t go down easily. They went into the kitchen table together, wood splintering under them, crashing to the floor in the confined space. Gabriel got his hand to the man’s throat. He had the knife hand pinned. He had a clear angle. He was going to kill him. “Please.” Honor’s voice — barely above a whisper, rough with blood. “Please don’t.”

However, at this moment, the pinned assassin suddenly turned his head and opened his mouth. Andrew's eyes narrowed as he pulled back and retreated. A hidden weapon shot from the assassin's mouth, aimed straight at his eyeball. Then again, no matter how fast the hidden weapon was, it still was not faster than Andrew. It stopped just three centimeters from his eye and could not get any closer! Finally, Andrew raised his hand and caught the hidden weapon. Looking at it, he saw it was a diamond-shaped blade. The Eastonian assassin regained his freedom and leaped onto the rooftop of a nearby house with a single stomp. Then, he began using his movement techniques to try to escape.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

I went to Connor's room to let him know about the update. “Hi.” He was on his bed and different from the last time I saw him. I felt relieved that he was recovering. “Look who we have here.” He scoffed. “How are you feeling?” I Ignored his comment. “Feeling better, just the pain.” He pointed to his chest. His wolf was strong that was why he could take the blow. The knife the rogue used to stab him was a silver one, which could have killed a normal werewolf. “We've found the rogue's accomplice.” I put my hands in my pocket.

Something is amiss, but before I can even make an attempt to run to their call, there is a group of four men approaching Dagon and me. Their presence is ominous, their attention clear. They are here to take us and take us by force. And by what force? By the dagger that yields the hand of one of these mortals, by its deep blue, purple shine, it is very clear that these are indeed part of the seven horsemen, and the very dagger is the Darkmoon blade, a blade forged to kill even the strongest of mythical creatures. If you can master the power of such a blade, then you can harness all the power that it does possess. But this still does not explain why Connor and Elloise are missing, for their po

He could not believe what he was seeing. Nestled in the shadows was a blade, carefully hidden in the hidden depths under the bed. Leo leaned out to touch it, his fingers shaking. The blade was plain and unadorned, a chilly mirror of steel with secrets only those who had used it could really know. Leo slowly removed the weapon, fearful yet determined. It was a piece of the jigsaw that had escaped him for so long, and it was more than just a sword. His heart fell as he examined it more closely because there was an emblem he was familiar with, a marking that linked the blade to its owner.