Assassin's Creed Connor Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

It would be almost funny if it weren't me who was the target of their heated glares. Connor chokes and takes a step back, his eyes widening with shock. “Holy shit!” He croaks out. Priest’s eyes narrow and darken with untold emotion. “What?” He mutters in disbelief. Keeping calm, I nod my head and show him my ring. The titanium’s surface gleams beneath the afternoon light. “I would have thought your wives would have told you by now. I guess they decided to let me break the news.”

Chapter 117 In the cover of darkness, Connor descended a hidden staircase concealed beneath a seemingly ordinary storage unit on the outskirts of the city. The dimly lit corridor led him to an underground bunker he had meticulously designed for utmost secrecy. It was a place where secrets were shared, alliances formed, and strategies hatched. Tonight, it was the setting for a crucial meeting with Orlando, a trusted confidant and a key player in their mission to take Michael down.

"AAAAGH!" A scream of pure, unadulterated agony ripped from the fugitive’s throat. He stared down at his hand, which was now pinned to the wooden floorboards. A long, thin blade had been driven entirely through the back of his hand, anchoring him to the ground like a specimen in a collection. The blade was the hidden rapier concealed within the ebony cane—Chloe’s most ingenious design.

“Is this about Connor's death? You found the one who gave him the drugs?” “Well, that too… sort of.” His lips twitched into a brief half-smile before his face turned grim again. “But I might have found one of the people who assassinated my parents.” I gasped. “Oh God… And you found it in Marcelo Blandini's documents?” Hunter nodded. “I found pictures of several men doing secret business transactions, possibly in the docks. There was a guy with a signet… A crest from a signet like that one was burned on my mother's skin. The assassins did it to her right before they killed her.”

The blade struck the shield with a deafening crack, sparks of silver and black energy exploding outward, illuminating the bloodied faces of Gale, Levi, and the guardians. The assassin recoiled, its borrowed body convulsing as the void eyes widened in surprise. "The Shadowed One... claims you," it hissed, its voice a chorus of whispers from the abyss. But Alina's shield held the bond with Gale amplifying it, his golden aura weaving through like threads of sunlight reinforcing the night. Gale lunged forward, his claws rending the assassin's throat in a swift, brutal arc. Black ichor sprayed, the body crumpling like a discarded puppet, the void eyes dimming to lifeless gray.

I glanced over to Riona who stood by the side, looking confused as to how to handle the situation. There's a part of you you're hiding Riona and I'm gonna figure it out while making you mine along with it. **

He asked, shooting me a death glare. If glares could kill, I would have been dead by now. I cleared my throat. "Uhm...I...I want to change in there." I said my eyes was filled with tears. I thought he was going to sleep with me again. "Why the fuck are you hiding your assets from me? They are mine. I own everything on your body."

“I need you to do something for me,” The person from the other line coughed, clearing his throat. “Yes, anything, Luna.” I nodded, pleased. “I want you to check the connection between Natalie and Mr. Connor.” “Mr. Connor?” “Yes. The former chief warrior who was elevated to the ranks of commanders.” I confirmed. “It’s simple and you should get it done. Find out the connection between Natalie and Connor.” “Is this in connection with the disappearance of the maid, Pyra Blackwood?”

"I swear by the goddess, Aiden... you know I would never betray our house." Without breaking eye contact, Kaelen stepped toward the lifeless body of the Council operative. He bent down, grabbed Maeve’s limp, uncoiled right hand, and forcefully opened his blood-stained palm. A sharp, collective gasp left our throat, and a passing wave of genuine shock registered across Aiden’s face. Resting inside Maeve’s open fingers was a tiny, hidden sword, a curved assassin's knife he had somehow managed to slip from his boot sleeve without any of our knowledge during the confusion of the unbinding.

he replies, his tone sharp. I ponder that. "No, not an idiot. Many other things, but not an idiot." Cana shifts inside me, her bright eyes glinting with mischief. ‘You know what they say about idiots, right? They often have a gun pointed at their backs.’ I feel myself suppressing a smile. ‘Thanks for the encouragement, Cana.’ ‘Anytime, Jonas. But honestly, if this idiot thinks he can push us around, he’s got another thing coming.’ "Your husband," Connor says, pointing ahead, "is hiding among those trees."