Ultimate City of Assassins Urban Fantasy Collection: 4 Urban Fantasy novellas and 5 Fantasy Short Stories: City of Assassins Fantasy Stories

By Connor Whiteley

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City of Snow:

An Assassin. A Cold Killing Ground. A City of Snow.

When my blade falls nothing can stop it.

I travel to the City of Snow. My skin chills in the freezing wind. I need to free the people from evil.

A lot more than I realise depends on this kill.

Awaiting Death:

An Assassin. A Mysterious Mission. A Dark Truth.

Sometimes death needs quickening.

I love mysterious missions. I love killing. I love getting paid. But I hate feeling uneasy.

Can I find out the truth before it's too late?

City of Fire

A Tyrannical Overlord. A Puppet King. An Assassin Ready To Kill.

In a world ruled by an Overlord, I'm their only hope.

I kill in the City of Fire. I protect the innocent. I escape impossible places.

Can I escape the City of Fire before it's too late?

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City of Light

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?

City of Vengeance:

A Rageful Assassin. A King Going To Die. An Assassin wants Vengeance.

I screw over people twice as hard.

I feel boiling sweltering heat. I wait for my target. I want vengeance.

Do I know the price of vengeance?

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City of Death

A Rebellion In Mortal Danger. An Overlord's Unstoppable Army. One Assassin To Save The World.

The Overlord must die.

My enemy hunts my friends. I want to save them. I have to warn them. No matter the cost. 

Can I save my friends from annihilation?

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City of Marytrs

A Rebellion In Tatters. A Dire Warning. One Assassin To Save Everyone.

The Hunters Come For Her.

The Assassin hates the Overlord. She hears the Hunters are coming. The Assassin knows only one thing can save them.

Can the Assassin save the Rebellion?

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City of Pleasure

An Unstoppable Army. A Dire Threat. An Unthinkable Solution.

Peace never lasts.

The Assassin learns about an unstoppable army. She needs to protect The Rebellion. The Assassin hopes the City of Pleasure helps.

Can she save her friends? Or will she seal the fate of millions?

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City of Power

A Dragon's Resting Place. A Capital Of Power. A Rod Of Sacrifice.

In The City of Power The Final Battle Begins.

The Assassin meets a contact. She learns about the Hunters. The Assassin knows the Final battle begins.

Can the Assassin prevail? Or is everything lost?

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Jan 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798201837686

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.

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CITY OF FIRE

The warm evening air whipped past me. It was almost like a burst of fire as it warmed up my skin. 

Personally, I had never minded violent weather, unlike other people. Whether it be burning heat in the south, freezing rain in the east or icy snow in the north. It never bothered me. 

With my hands gripping an icy black rod of metal on top of the spire of a stone church, I glared out to hunt my prey in the City of Fire. 

That name always made me laugh. A city with that sort of name is just asking for trouble from assassins like me. Of course, for now at least it isn't my intention to burn this city to the ground, but things can change. 

Turning my attention to the city itself, even I had to appreciate the three kilometres and hundreds if not thousands of little wooden and thatch huts that lined the streets. 

Well, I say lined the streets. I much prefer the line I read in a report once. 'little hits that looked as if they're growing on top of one another and some huts were destroyed to make walkways throughout the city' I think that quote sums this disgusting place up nicely. 

Focusing on the city in more detail, I did like the tens of people dressed in dirty brown raincoats tightly packed into the streets. At least, it would make it difficult for guards to charge me. 

Turning around, with the cold slate of the roof chilling my feet, I did marvel at the beauty of the immense golden Palace at the centre of the city. 

To me at least, the Palace looked like an immense pyramid with rough angular edges. Allowing hundreds of guards on every level of the Palace to watch over the city. Yet I must admit my favourite part of the Palace was the large gold set of stairs that went straight to the top and the throne room. 

That was fun when I sneaked in there pass all the drunk or poisoned guards. (it's hard to tell I forget what drug I used) then I thrusted my blade into the head of their military commander. 

Naturally, I would have preferred to kill their king but for some reason the rebellion wanted him alive. And they paid the bills, so who am I to argue? 

However, I knew to these people the Palace was a reminder of the ever-watchful eyes of the king and his guards and the fact that they wouldn't hesitate in killing you or your bloodline if you were deemed a threat. 

As the evening crowd of people started to leave work and make their way home. A strange atmosphere started to descend over the city. I couldn’t describe it even if I wanted to. It was almost like there was an urgent need to get home.

People started to move a bit quicker and people dived into the butchers and the bakery.

Personally, I was never going to argue with the mood of a killing ground, um, I mean city.

Without hesitation, I let go of the cold metal bar.

I fell.

The warm evening air rushed past me.

I landed gracefully on top of a thatch roof.

Lying down on the roof to obscure my position, I felt the odd sensation of twigs sticking into my body.

Despite the warm evening, these twigs and whatever held the roof together was almost icy cold.

(And no, I couldn’t be bothered to check what held the roof together. I’m an assassin, not a builder)

Poking my head out from the roof, I saw the hundreds of brown cloaked people walking in the street with their brown leather bags of meat and bread. I had to admit it smelt nice. Yet I was looking for something else...

Turning my head from side to side, I smiled as I thankfully saw I had landed in the right place. Since this street was the only street in the city that went from the gates to the palace directly.

Stretching my neck out a little further, I saw my target. Hundreds of metres away was a massive steel gate with two immense black stone towers on either side. Supporting the gate that was easily a hundred metres high. Nevertheless, my concern was something grander.

A great sense of pride filled me when I saw an enormous pile of wood on the gate towers. It must have contained tens of massive oak trees. Judging from the size of the pile of neatly arranged wood.

Personally, I think it’s a stupid idea to have your beacon, that’s meant to be a distress signal to a network of other beacons nearby, so close to the entrance. But if people did sensible things my job would be a lot less fun. Somehow, I needed to get to the gate tower and light it.

It should be relatively simple with the gate open and people passing in and out.

Loud shouts filled the air.

I snapped my neck around.

Tens of guards charged down from the palace. Screaming something.

I rolled my eyes.

They found the body. I don’t know how.

I thought I flushed it down the toilet properly.

Sliding down from the roof, I knew I needed to get to my target.

***

As I landed warm mud splashed up my black leather boots and I whipped up the black hood of my cloak. I rubbed the smooth leather of the sleeves with my fingers. It gave me an odd sense of calm. 

Little moans around me told me I needed to get moving as people elegantly glided past me. If I didn't start walking, I would soon draw attention to myself. 

I started to move with the crowd, or a better term would be mass, of sweaty stinky people. They all smelt as if they hadn't bathed for weeks. 

It wasn't long until everyone in the street was tightly packed together as we bumped past each other. But everyone was keeping their heads down and they only wanted to get home. 

Without much obvious movement, I took my arms out of my sleeves and placed my hands on my two swords at my waist. I wasn't going to take any chances here. Neither was I going to waste precious seconds in a fight reaching for my blades. 

Someone barged past me. I stared at the passing man. 

I felt his hands touch my body in certain places as he passed. It took everything in my power not to kill him there and then. 

Never again will I be touched. 

Continuing to walk towards the Beacon, my eyes narrowed as I studied the immense structure from the street. I know why no one attacks it. To say it looks intimidating is an understatement. With its thick walls, spikes and guards.

Yet this is why the rebellion hires me and not attack it themselves. Cowards? 

A shout behind me causes me to look quickly behind me, I froze. 

The golden stairs of the Palace were ablaze in beautiful dancing swirling flames. 

Everyone stopped. 

This only made the smell of the people worse. 

A deafening clang caused some people to fall to the floor covering their bleeding ears. 

I looked at the gate. 

It was closed. 

I smiled. 

At least things got a bit more interesting. In the grand scheme of things, it mattered not. I could and would still light the Beacon but I was 'trapped' in the city for now. 

After a few seconds, the crowd started to move again. Hurrying back to their little huts but we were all still tightly packed together. 

Behind me, I heard guards start to push through the crowd.

I had no idea what they were looking for. I’m good enough not to be seen during my kills.

Continuing to glide through the crowd, I felt the wet mud pulse a strange warmth through my leather boots, and the smell of the people was starting to diffuse.

Thank god!

Raising my head ever so slightly, not to draw attention to myself, I frowned at the gate towers as more armoured guards turned up. Their armour looked thicker, heavy and darker.

In time, they would die by my blade, but this still wasn’t going to be easy.

A loud scream got my attention.

It was something up ahead to the right.

No one was stopping.

It didn’t sound like danger, but I prepared.

Gliding over to the right of the street, I kept walking.

After a moment, I saw two guards pointing their long bronze spears at a mother and her teenage daughter.

The guards were large strong men with thick leather armour, obviously not a palace guard. Probably some mere officers of the law.

The teenage daughter with her powerful muscles and slim body was holding her well-aged crying mother protectively.

I passed a small wooden doorway. I dived in. Listening carefully to the guards.

Leave us alone! We are from the City. We are not outsiders! the daughter screamed.

Liars. No City person is that muscular, one of the guards jabbed the tip of the spear at the daughter.

I chuckled a little.

This just proves how futile this city is, I will enjoy seeing the Rebellion burn it to the ground. These Guards who bully their citizens do not deserve to live.

Yet these people will die by my hands. These guards think they are me.

If I do not save them, they will die.

If I save them, my cover is blown, and the beacon will be near impossible to light and the Rebellion won’t know when to storm the City.

I decided to forget about them. The whole ‘for the greater good’ rubbish.

Diving out of the doorway, I re-joined the stinking crowd and I walked past the Guards.

The daughter looked so determined.

The mother looked so weak.

I couldn’t help myself.

I whipped out my blades.

Thrusting them into the chest of the Guards.

The crowd of people screamed.

They ran away as fast as they could.

The daughter nodded her thanks and led her mother away.

The street started to clear.

Immense bells rang throughout the city.

I snapped around to look at the palace.

Tens upon tens of guards charged down the now-extinguished stairs.

Spears and rifles in hand.

I rolled my eyes and started running.

I ran as fast as I could. 

I heard the splashing mud from the guards chasing me from behind.

Gunshots echoed around the city. 

The stupid guards! 

Did they really think they could shoot me? 

Well, I didn't want to find out. 

It wasn't hard to run through the street with it being empty. 

I heard crying coming from the huts on either side of me. 

The Guards shouted and screamed orders for me to stop. 

I was never going to listen. 

Only three hundred metres from the Beacon. 

The warm evening air started to turn cold. 

Darkness slowly devoured the light behind me. 

There was a little side street coming up. 

I heard mud splashing. 

Ten heavily armed Palace guards ran out from the side street. 

I whipped out my blades. 

Swinging them at the guards. 

They screamed in defiance. 

I chopped off the heads of two men. 

Their warm blood painting my face and chest. 

Four men launched themselves at me. 

I dived out the way. Whipped off my cloak, threw it into the air and screamed: Ignis! 

Suddenly, the cloak exploded into a thick black cloud of smoke. 

The Guards coughed and the smoke engulfed them.

I chopped off their heads. 

The smoke started to ease. 

I climbed up onto the roof tops and ran. 

***

After finally managing to lose those so-called 'guards' that I think wouldn’t know how to guard Milk against a baby. I managed to climb over tens of thatch roofs to reach the gate towers. 

Well, I say I reached it. I'm looking at it. 

But I have to admit I'm very impressed with that cloak trick that Elf taught me once. I'll certainly be using that again. 

As I lied down in my black armour on the cold twigs of a thatch roof, I stared up at the gate tower. The structure was impressive in the sense it was extremely high with thick blocks of stone. Making it difficult to destroy for any invasion force. 

However, as I'm closer to this structure, I have to admit I'm not impressed by the number arrow slits in the towers. As well as when I looked at the top of the gate towers, where the Beacon was, I noticed four large horizontal slits.

I could forgive anyone for thinking they were ventilation but I know that's where the City pours boiling hot oil onto Invaders. 

I needed to stop that somehow. 

Anything to make sure the rebels would survive. If anything, so they could hire me again. 

As I turned my head side to side, I smelt dirty greasy oil boiling away so my suspicions were only confirmed. 

Yet I saw the City's outer wall, nothing grander than a solid wall of grey stone running around the length of the city, and I noticed a massive wooden door. Leading into the gate towers. 

Casting my mind back to the last time, I broke into a tower. I remember they tend to have a ladder or two. Which does make for great fun burning when you've already lit a fire at the top of the tower. Especially, when the soldiers want to climb down! 

I wasn't going to wait anymore. 

Jumping up from the roof, I brushed myself down. Knocking off any twigs. Then I walked to the edge of the roof that was furthest from the towers and charged. 

Jumping off the roof. 

In mid-air, I grabbed a dagger. 

Forcing it into the cold grey outer wall as I hit it. 

It stuck. I looked up. The edge of the wall was only a few metres from me. 

Using my agility, I threw myself up and grabbed the edge of the walking platform on top of the wall. 

I climbed up. 

Reflexing out my blades, I checked if the large grey platform on top of the outer wall was clear.

It was- for now.

Turning my attention to the gate towers, I frowned at the stupid towers. Out of all the towers and buildings, I have climbed and infiltrated. I have never come across a perfectly smooth stone wall.

Typical, out of everything this city could get right. It just had to get the ‘perfect’ defence of the gate right.

Well, I couldn’t climb it that was for sure, and I didn’t know any magical tricks to get me to the top. So, I guess I’ll have to go in the old-fashioned way and fight my way to the top.

I couldn’t contain my excitement.

With each of my blades firmly in my hands, I opened the ancient wooden door in front of me and I walked in.

A sense of disappointment filled me as I realised there was no one in this part of the tower. There were only the boring white walls, brown varnished wooden floors and a large wooden ladder leading up to the next floor.

I walked towards the ladder before I gagged at the smell of the vanished shiny floor. It must have had some toxic chemicals in there. It was disgusting.

Grabbing the rough wooden ladder, I started to climb. The ladder was oddly silent considering it looked odd and weak on closer inspection.

As I got closer to the top of the ladder and the large hole in the floor, I began to hear panicked voices about a mother and daughter on the loose.

I had to laugh at that.

Peeping my head ever so slightly over the edge of the hole, I saw the same boring white walls and brown floor. Yet the more interesting thing was I saw small fires in metal cages burning all around the room. The most interesting thing was large pots of bubbling oil was boiling over them.

That would explain the odd smell of cooked meat in the air. Maybe the Guards cooked their lunch in the oil?

Confusion spread over me as I wondered how the Guards got the boiling oil over to the slits to pour on invaders.

Can I help you? someone said.

I looked up.

Three guards stood over me.

I threw myself up.

Whipping out my blades.

One of the men kicked me in mid-air. Throwing me across the room.

The heat from the fire warmed my skin.

I charged forward.

Chopping off the head of one man and slicing into the arm of another.

The other third man punched me in the head.

My vision blurred.

I saw a shape come towards me.

I dodged it.

The man flew past me.

Twirling around, I kicked the man forwards.

He screamed.

My vision cleared.

His body was engulfed in a pot of boiling hot oil.

The body cracked and hissed. Filling the air with the smell of fried chicken.

Is it weird to mention I’m hungry?

A loud bang echoed around the room.

I didn’t know what it was.

The final man tackled me to the ground.

He punched me in the face.

My blood dripped out my nose.

I headbutted him.

His grip on me loosened.

I grabbed his neck and dug my long nails into his warm wet flesh.

He screamed.

Punching him off me, I grabbed one of my daggers, grabbed his head, pulled it back and slit his throat.

Wiping my blades clean on the corpses, I looked to find the hatch or ladder to the beacon.

After a few moments, I saw it but out of fury I stabbed a corpse again. The loud sound from earlier was the Guards above clamped the hatch shut.

I was never going to light the beacon now.

Looking around, I started to beam a little. Maybe I didn’t need to light the beacon. After all, it is night time so the beacon in the distance would only see a fire where the City beacon should be. 

Meaning the Guards there will probably light it to get the other beacons in the network to light.

I started to laugh to myself. This network of beacons would light to summon reinforcements in case the city was under attack and to summon nearby allies.

Yet in this case, the rebellion has control over the beacon network so no allies will come to help this doomed city.

However, I still need to get the beacon lit to tell them the military commander is dead.

I continued to look around for some way to start a fire.

Of course, I could use my swords to flick the burning wood and coal onto the floor to start a fire. But that’s boring.

Black smoke filled the air.

I turned to see the corpse in the oil burning and ablaze.

I smiled.

Looking at the bowl of bubbling oil, I knew I could easily spill the oil onto the floor. Causing a fire.

But how would I escape?

I heard voices in the room below.

More Guards were coming.

I didn’t think. I only acted.

Standing well away from the bowls of oil, I turned a small level on the end of the rows of bowls. They flipped.

Unleashing litres upon litres of boiling hot oil.

It flooded the room.

The Guards below screamed as the oil flowed down the ladder.

The fire from the metal cages lit the oil.

My heart raced.

I had forgotten that would happen.

I thought hard about my magical tricks.

There was one more trick I had.

Ignis Protectorous! I screamed.

A flashing sphere of white light pulsed around me.

I had no idea how long this thing would last.

Quickly, I ran across the fire.

The flames feeling cold on my skin.

I reached the burning ladder.

It collapsed.

Without thinking, I jumped.

I landed gracefully.

Running out of the tower, I made it to the platform on the outer wall.

I kept running.

After tens of metres, I looked around to see the gate towers burning.

I looked into the distance and there was another beacon lit.

***

A week later, I walked through the City once again but this time I walked through ash and corpses.

As I walked thick black ash coated my black leather cloak (yes, I got a new one) and burnt twigs and corpses snapped under my feet.

For as far as the eye could see, the City of Fire was ash and the once hundreds of little huts that filled the city were no more. Reduced to nothing except charred remains and piles of ash. With the sun beating down on the devastation almost as if the Gods of Ancient Times were smiling upon us.

Despite the horrible feeling of ash covering my skin, I liked this place. Because the air stunk of death, decay and justice.

You see this mission was about freedom and sending a message to the Overlord. The person who rules this empire with his Kings acting as Governors. It was always the Rebellion’s job to free the people and send a message about the threat they posed to the Overlord.

As soon as I lit the beacon, the Rebel operatives in the City led the people to safety. Whilst the Rebellion attacked in full force.

Meanwhile, I just relaxed and watched from a rooftop.

Raising my head high, I looked at the charred Palace. It was still immense and impressive, but I know the Rebel leaders would have interrogated and tortured the King first for information. Before killing him.

I wasn’t going to bother with the politics of the rebellion. I was just glad to be paid, I mean useful.

My mission was done.

Reaching into the pocket of my leather coat, I pulled out a small piece of stained parchment.

I read it and rolled my eyes.

Taking one last look around, knowing full well the Overlord’s forces would be here in terrifying numbers in a matter of hours, I smiled knowing I had done something meaningful today. Then I started to walk out of the charred corpse of the City onto my next mission for the rebellion and my money.

––––––––

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 all, most of these people were just commoners in their dirty tunics and pieces of cloth out for their daily shopping. Others were out here for burning their money.

Admiring the people as they walked through the busy street, I remembered a time when I use to go into the high street of my village and shop. I used to love the little pastries my region use to make. They were amazing. Of course, that was a long, long time ago. I don’t even know if my village is alive now.

Probably not.

A pulsing of light drew my attention back to the sky. Of all the cities ruled by that foul Overlord, the City of Light definitely had character. All around me humming orbs of light lit up the City. It was beautiful.

But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned about my mission. These orbs of light would make it more difficult to hide in the shadows and hunt my objective without being seen.

Casting my mind back to my last meeting with the Rebellion, they said they wanted me not to kill the King of Light who ruled as a Puppet Governor for the Overlord. Instead they wanted me to cause chaos.

Personally I don’t understand it. They know I’m a great assassin. They know I can kill anyone. (if I do say so myself) So why not get me to kill the King here? It would be a massive blow to the Overlord and his forces.

As I turned my attention back to these people from different classes, some with families, some with partners, others with dogs and baby dragons. (They were cute!) I knew I didn’t need to question my orders, but all these people were ruled over by a King who didn’t love them, who didn’t care about them and honestly would prefer them as slaves.

That’s how I first saw the City of Light, I was on a training mission years ago and I had to track a missing village. So I did. I tracked them to the King of Light and he enslaved them all. Before he slaughtered them three years later.

So if the Rebellion asks why I didn’t follow orders to the letter, I will tell them. I needed to free and protect these people because in time the King of Light would enslave them. And he would kill