Novel & Cerita Assassin's Creed Connor Hidden Blade

the assassin sneered in a raspy and distorted voice. The assassin raised a jagged steel blade high into the air and prepared to drive it down into Conrad's neck. "Hey! Stop right there before I scream for the King!" I shouted from the bushes and reached for a broken iron trellis spike lying in the dirt next to me.

My face turns red, and I look away instantly, my heart racing rapidly. The necklace touches my skin and opens my eyes to the realization that I'm married now. Married to the murderer of my husband and my shameful self can't help but be happy about it. The hate the people in this kingdom feel towards me combined can't be compared to what Dylan's soul must feel right now, but this is all for a purpose. I must discover the secret behind the Connors and avenge Dylan's death. This is the first step I have to take in accomplishing my plans.

Watching. "Who's there?" My voice was raw. A shape stepped out from the shadows between two oaks. Tall. Broad-shouldered. His eyes caught what little light filtered through the leaves, and they weren't the amber or gold I was used to seeing from shifted wolves. They were red.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

The forest slept uneasily that night. The mist hung low, curling around the roots like restless spirits. Aria couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the reflection’s smile — her face, twisted by darkness. Kael sat by the dying fire, sharpening his blade in silence. The metallic scrape echoed softly, steady and deliberate. Liam slept beside them, wrapped in Kael’s cloak, his small hands clutching a fragment of broken mirror that no longer glowed.

That's impossible! Connor widened his eyes. He didn't realize he was kneeling on the ground until he felt the knife being pressed against his neck. How could this happen? He had been trained by his family since childhood and had engaged in countless life-and-death situations. He was the most outstanding heir to the Richardsons. But now, he was knocked down by a woman and had his weapon taken away. This completely shattered his pride and confidence. His face became blank. "Connor!" Misty didn't expect that the fierce Connor would actually fall.

Soon again slashing and clinching of swords filled the silence of the Sciphore forest. These were Aqua Edis knights and assassins. King Hydrae is serious in his mission of getting rid of me. Connor came to guard me so as Conrad. We stood back to back forming a triangle. Our enemies are attacking us aggressively. I kicked the assassin's leg and buried my sword into his throat. "Die, scumbag!" I cursed him. Conrad on my left beheaded his opponent and threw his head into his comrade who was assaulting him. "Go to hell, pig head!"

He stumbled so his back was turned to me. With all the strength of my combined fear, fury, defiance, and disgust, I plunged the knife down as hard as I could. It pierced his spine just above the original mark. Connor fell to his knees with a strangled grunt. This time, instead of running, I came close, leaning close to his face, bringing mine to his ear, and growled, "Look at me." Gasping for breath, Connor Herrick looked me in the eyes one last time, and I whispered,

I’m not sure if I should feel relieved or not. A quick look to the left tells me that Connor was the fastest to reach his pole. His long limbs have enabled him to climb the pole like a seasoned monkey and retrieve the first blade. He raises it in the air like a prizefighter, all the while clinging to the pole and I hear Helios shout, “That’s my boy!”

In the last two days, Connor had done great on teaching us where we could find the locations of the secret passage so each group knew where to go to and where to hide if it was needed. He would still be joining us to play the double agent that he was playing before we caught him. There was a risk there that Cane turly hated. He was afraid Connor's absence since he got shot would raise some supecions that would put him in harms way. We still had to take the risk. "Is everyone ready?" I asked as I looked around at the men standing in my garage. "Ready..." "Ready..." They all replied. I nodded my head towards our driver, a man who would be waiting for us in the car as our getaway driver.