Assassin's Creed Connor Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

"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."

Tony turns to Zack looking at him with worried eyes. " I never expected this to happen, I just decided to take her out so that it help to cheer her up, and never expected this to happen so soon," Tony responded. Mick, now understands why his Master was not in a good mood and immediately sprang to action. " Sir, we will need to access all the cameras in this radar so we can see the vehicle used by the kidnappers when they took her away," Mick said as he picked up his phone and started making the necessary calls to their professional hackers who were known for their professionalism.

Unluckily Kana could not find the body of Niko. In fact, Niko was hiding and kept on tracking Ray and Reca but can't find them. Kana on the otherhand was ordered to find Niko's body with the help of Connor, Arial Killer. Connor is loyal to chamber, he dares not to defy the order given. However, Kana and Connor were secret lovers in the past and had been friends over the years. Connor went his way even without Kana participating in the search of Niko. Connor doubted Kana's report that Niko was dead and his body was not yet found.

And as I say this, I expose one nail of my claw and smile back at him, "I need to keep an eye on you so that you keep your little eyes of my wife." With that, he only but hops two steps away from me and goes to stand next to Edward that is finding all of this rather amusing. But one that does not is Connor that is standing and shaking his head at me again, "Are you going to be a problem?" "No, my dear friend," then I slip my Angel blade firm in my hand. "I am ready, so let us get this over with." So we all arm ourselves with a range of rather impressive weapons, Angel blades for both Connor, Ethan, Cas, and me, the Colt tightly tucked in the back of my pants and one in the hands of Connor al

And highly illegal. The smudge elongated. Solidifying into a thin, wiry frame clad in matte-black fiber. The assassin didn't make a sound. He didn't even have a scent. He held a jagged sliver of obsidian—a Null-blade, designed to bypass Barzil-armor and sever the spinal cord of a sleeping target. He reached for the door handle. The fool. He was risking execution to kill a girl who wasn't even there. I moved. I didn't roar. I didn't announce my presence. I simply detached myself from the wall and became the crushing weight of the world.

The crack of breaking bone was lost in the larger battle as Connor engaged two more attackers near the wreckage. *"The woman who stands here now doesn't need your validation."* But I needed hers. Even if she never forgave me, even if I'd destroyed any chance of redemption, I needed to become someone worthy of the strength she'd shown. Someone who fought for what mattered instead of what was easy. A silver-tipped blade sliced across my shoulder, and I spun to face the rogue wielding it. Human form, fast and skilled, with the kind of training that spoke of military background. Not just an assassin—a professional soldier.

He had no idea that someone was secretly following him, intent on taking his life. Just a few miles outside the city, as he passed through a wooded area, a masked assassin suddenly appeared, slashing at the horse's front legs. With a mournful cry, the horse collapsed. Conan was thrown to the ground. He had just grabbed his spear to fight back when the assassin used a dirty trick–throwing poison powder onto his face. His vision went black. He couldn't see anything. While Conan was blinded, the assassin thrust a sharp blade toward his heart. Clang!

“Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.” He seemed to finally be saying the things that were bubbling up inside him. The things that I kept cutting him off from saying. That, or he was trying to throw me off, use a trick to try to gain my trust and confidence. It wouldn’t work. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Have you heard of The Silent Assassin? He went by many names.” His head shifted so that he looked over his shoulder.

The assassin awoke quickly and leaped, staring intently at Henry. "Don't be too nervous. You wouldn't have woken up if I wanted to hurt you," Henry said casually. "Why?" the assassin asked. Henry did not answer his question. Instead, he said, "Sven Cuthman, also known as the Seven Blades. You're not affiliated with any assassin organization and are ranked 26th on the assassin-ranking list." "How do you know me?" With a faint smile, Henry said, "You told me." "Impossible! I don't even know you!"