Connor Kenway Fanart Novels & Stories

I notice that he keeps looking at Lauren with a hint of concern in his eyes, and I knew then the answer to my own question. Connor came back here despite having the price because Arya is his bargaining tool to get his sister. But if I don’t do the right thing here, I will be overpowered, because Arya is unconscious and the two of them are very much awake with their own powers and abilities. So, while Connor keeps glancing at Lauren, I inch closer to the syringe that’s on top of the dresser. “Why are you doing this, Connor?” I ask, securing Lauren in my arms. The syringe is still way out of reach. “Who are you working for?”

I just wanted to permanently erase the man from our reality—erase all the deep hurt he had inflicted on her, the trauma, the disrespect… but wishes can never be horses. “So… what do you think about it?” Connor asked, looking at me as if I had suddenly grown a horn right in the middle of my forehead when I remained silent. “What do I think?” I repeated smoothly. “Come on, Killian, surely you want that pathetic man gone just as much as I do,” Connor growled, his voice harsh. “And I know Elara wants to play this game her own way, but I absolutely do not like that fellow existing in her vicinity. I’ve never liked him or his stupid ego. Right now, he is probably going to think Elara still harbors

My breath caught as I took him in, like I was seeing him for the first time. He had to be over six feet, broad shoulders tapering to a lean waist and dark hair slicked back from the shower, still dripping. My gaze dropped to his chest, freezing on the black ink etched there. It was a fierce tribal design, swirling like flames across his left pec, right over his heart. Connor didn't have tattoos. Or at least, he hadn't the last time I'd seen him shirtless, which felt like forever ago. Maybe he'd gotten it on one of those trips and kept it secret like everything else. The thought stung a little, but it also lit something up inside, like proof he wasn't the same boring guy anymore.

They stand face to face, tension palpable in the air, as memories of their friendship and the betrayal that led to Connor's exile resurface. The Alpha King, Aiden, possessed a commanding presence, his regal aura captivating all who beheld him. His piercing blue eyes, framed by a thick mane of ebony hair, conveyed wisdom beyond his years. As he looked at Connor, he couldn't help but remember the days when they were inseparable, united by their shared dreams and aspirations.

Kayson had been eating downstairs, and he frowned at the sight of the chaotic mess in the projects department upon his return. He performed a mind expansion and swept the place. Soon afterward, his expression turned somber, and he made his way to the bleeding and unconscious Sean. Sean suffered a few broken ribs and some injuries to his internal organs. Kayson stabilized Sean’s condition and placed him on the sofa before returning to The Tetrad’s office. He found the arrogant-looking Connor and asked nonchalantly, “Was it you who damaged the office outside?” “You’re Kayson, huh?” Connor sized up Kayson, sniggered, and said, “I’m a level-1 member of Skyriv Admiralporium’s second division, Con

Connor says, hugging Quirin and then his twin. “You’ve been hanging out with Henry again,” Quirin says. “He’s the closest one to me. Plus, you’ve been busy taking over the world or some shit,” Connor says, easily joking with Quirin. “Yeah and that ‘some shit’ is about to be done. I want to get home my pups.” “Good, your hair is looking a bit dull without any glitter in it,” Connor says, grinning widely as Quirin growls at him. Kennedy just smiles and leans into her mate. He kisses her quickly before stepping forward.

I hadn't noticed him at first, but someone else did and greeted him, "Soren! Sorry, has our commotion bothered you?" "No. I've finished my work," a crisp, dulcet voice replied. I was reminded of the owner of the handkerchief. It was the same clear voice that could cut through the din. I looked up. It was the first time I could see Soren Kenway properly. The furtive glance I had shot him at the wedding had not done him any justice. The man was incredibly handsome—tall, lean, upright, and strong. He had the air of a field commander.

CHAPTER 64: The Fool In The Game Luna Elodie’s POV One week had passed since I sent Mr. Connor to investigate and gather more about Pyra, and my patience was wearing thin. The silence from his end felt suffocating, and it gnawed at my nerves. I leaned back a little in my chair, letting my eyes wander over the piece of art I’d drawn earlier. It was simple yet detailed to perfection—a sketch of the crescent moon encircled by flames.

I let that sit and can hear him catching up. “Mr. Laine, how can I help you?” “Mr. Craft, Dennis McCathy, how do you know him?” I ask. “He is my nephew. I believe he works for you,” Mr. Craft sounds very confused. “He used the flag from the Sons of Hellfire in game art. I’m sure you can understand my concern,” I say and wait for him.

They would come in and get a smile out of me with the smallest detail or little face. Now I checked Kenzie's message: Amigaa! I need some advice, I have to ask you something about Connor. Answer as fast as you can, Plis �💩💩. A shit? How delicate, Kenzie. I answered him anyway: Tell me Kenzie, I'm all ears..... I mean, all eyes hahaha 😹😹