Assassin's Creed Connor Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

The concrete cracked from the heat, flames spreading outward in a controlled circle that forced Connor to jump back or be burned. And in that moment of retreat, Connor raised his gun aiming viciously at Annie with a smirk on his face. Suddenly, a small throwing knife dangled across the room so fast, before anyone could see it. The knife struck Connor's fingers and he immediately lost his grip on his gun. The gun flew out of his hand, far across the room. Connor flushed with frustration, turned towards the direction the Knife came from to at least see who threw the knife, and there she was—Onika steadying her balance from the throw.

He was the only one I truly trusted with my flank. “They’re a perfect match,” Lisa thought. “I can’t wait to see the miracle she works for Secret Magazine, and I definitely want to see what this High Alpha can do in a kitchen.” In the kitchen of the Vale Hills Estate, Connor assessed our stores and set to work. He didn't want my help, but I couldn't just stand by. I slipped behind him, wrapping my arms around his broad waist and pressing my face into his back. “It’s going to be heavy with heat and smoke in here, and these blades are forged for iron,” Connor warned, though he didn't pull away. “I don’t want you risking a burn. Go back to the lounge and finish the nectar.”

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

I hear footsteps and then see two figures slowly approach us. It really dark so I can't make out their faces in the distance. No one outside of Ferro knows that I can shift. The look of bewilderment was all over the mens' faces, and it was priceless. I get up slowly while my eyes remain locked on the 8ft grey lycan waiting in the shadows. I mindlink him, 'I'm going to kill you slowly and enjoy doing it.' I snarled as the tall man with dark brown hair came charging at me. Once he stepped out of the shadows, I recognized him to be Gamma Trevor.

"Look at your hair clips!" Above them, the vent grate silently unscrewed. A figure dropped down. It was hard to see. It looked like a shimmer in the air, a Predator-style distortion. It landed soundlessly behind Olivia. The Faceless assassin raised a blade. It was made of glass—invisible, sharp enough to cut molecules. Jack burst through the door. "LIV! DOWN!" Olivia dropped. The assassin swiped. The blade cut a lock of her hair. Jack lunged, but he was too far away. The assassin raised the blade for a killing thrust.

“Then you take a weapon! Make sure you can defend yourself if needed!” “I’m going to,” revealing from my other pocket the tiny silver blade Declan had given me before leaving. It had been confiscated from Viktor, edged with silver and intricately carved; it was a small and lethal blade. Easily concealed, Declan had made me promise to keep it on me. Then I painstakingly twisted one small black key with six notches out of the metal loop.

I liked having the element of surprise on my side. "You guys don't even need to come in with me. In and out in five." "No way, bro, you're not killing him." "Why the fuck not, Logan?" "Use your head, Connor. The wrong person go digging and uncover the shit they're up to with your woman's name all over this shit, and it leads back to you they'll have your ass pegged in ten seconds flat." "No problem, I already reversed the trail; it leads right back to her." Quinn grinned like the fucking grim reaper. He's another murdering fuck, which is just what I needed on my side right now.

Rage exploded inside me, over my dead body! A movement flashed from the corner of my vision; because I was distracted, I caught the move late; a hidden assassin emerged from the shadows. The blade in his hand glowed silver to stab me. I twisted around, but I was not fast enough. Pain exploded through my side. The silver blade plunged beneath my ribs, my roar shook the valley, and the assassin smiled. He didn’t look like a part of the Forgotten.

I had no time to decide which possibility would destroy me more. Ty shifted his stance beside me, close enough that our shoulders nearly brushed. I could hear the controlled drag of his breathing, the deadly stillness he went into before violence. He did not tell me to hide. He did not order me back. He only said, low and urgent, “Stay connected to Neeka. I’ll take your blind side.”

Through the swirling mountain frost above, a shape finally detached itself from the upper dark of the staircase. It wasn't an armored titan. It was a slender, wire-muscled hunter clad in close-fitting, oil-skinned leather that didn't reflect the pale mountain starlight. His face was entirely hidden behind a dark brass breather-mask, his eyes obscured by twin lenses of smoked glass that glowed with a faint, predatory green hue. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin flamberge—a wavy-bladed sword designed to saw through flesh and silver mesh with minimal physical resistance. He didn't pause to offer words. He didn't hesitate at the sight of the Hybrid Queen or the ruined Alpha.