City of Light: A City of Assassins Urban Fantasy Short Story: City of Assassins Fantasy Stories

By Connor Whiteley

A City In Need of Chaos. A Puppet King Needing To Die. A City of Light.

Light brings darkness.

I stand in a cold little high street. I need to cause chaos. I decide against my orders.

How deadly is my choice?

Don't miss this enthralling, gripping, action-packed fantasy short story. You will love it!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Jan 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798201137359

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

CITY OF LIGHT

If there is Light, bring a little darkness,

-Unknown Grand Master of Assassins

In all honesty, there are very little of the twenty plus cities in the Kingdom I haven’t been to. Either on a mission for the Rebellion or simply passing by. (And maybe killing someone for fun whilst I’m there)

Breathing in the warm air with a strong smell of burned ozone and burned flesh, I listened to the gentle hum of the floating orbs of light around me.

As I stood there next to the rows of shops and stalls lining the street, I smiled as I looked at the beautiful array of street food in all different shapes and sizes, the clothes and all the other things these shops and stalls sold. I did like a particularly shiny gold necklace but as a female assassin, I find necklaces are risky.

Listening to the sounds of people chat, laugh and talk business around me, I studied each person in case they were a threat. That was an important waste of my time. After