Ace And Whitebeard Grave Novels & Stories

She looked at me and motioned for me and Fleurie to follow her with her hands. We left the office and proceeded down a long corridor to a massive door at the end of it, which she unlocked, taking us outside to the castle garden, where we saw two graves. Easton, Akari's prince Araceli, the wife of Akari's prince. Their names were carved into the stones, and flowers surrounding the graves. "They died a long time ago," Luna murmured, her soothing voice tinged with melancholy, making my wolf weep. "Easton told me before he died that I had to slay that witch, so I made those souls since I couldn't go to the earth," Luna remarked warmly as she looked at us.

And when they did… the realm might not survive. --- Pierre, Beta of the White Moon Pack, staggered through the carnage. His claws were bloody, his armor torn, but his mind was clear—just barely. He had saved what he could. Children trembled at his side, mothers clutched their young, and elders leaned on him, too weak to stand. "This… this cannot be happening," Pierre, whispered, voice trembling. The air still vibrated with the echoes of Draven's death, and the sight of the battlefield made his stomach turn.

At the blue graveyard. Drakon. Markos. Leon. Riker. Gone. My chest caves in. I can't breathe. The grief is a physical weight, crushing my lungs. "No," I whisper. "No." "He's dead," Nikos says. "The Wolf is dead." He wipes the spit from his cheek. He reaches out again. This time, I don't have the strength to fight. I lie there, broken, staring at the screen. Nikos places his hand on my stomach.

Shigure looked toward the sea. “He sold the route to Azure Tide. Astraya died. The city drowned.” Cael’s jaw tightened. “And Shigure has spent centuries pretending the blade was the betrayal.” Shigure turned on him. “Enough.” “No.” Cael pushed away from the altar. “She deserves to know why you keep secrets.” I looked at Shigure. His face had gone still. Too still. “What else did you hide?” The lighthouse bell rang once across the cliffs. No wind moved it. The sphere inside the metal case lit blue.

Jace, though, bypassed the entire spectacle. The youngest brother—stormy-grey and patient—dissolved into a living puddle of shadow on the rain-slicked deck. One breath later he reappeared behind a Vampire Commander, perched on the back of a distant Leviathan. With terrifying, silent precision, Jace’s silver daggers cut through the vampire’s spine. He kicked the body into the sea and vanished back into the shadows before the other commanders even fully processed that something had attacked them. Still, my Vanguard’s god-like power wasn’t enough. The Leviathans were too enormous, too many, too committed to being a problem. The undead beasts rocked the phantom-ships, and my army’s terrified how

The creatures stood before the graves of those that they lost during the fight, all dressed in white paying their last respect to them. "It is indeed unfortunate and painful that we lost our loved ones to this fight, but let us not remember them with sad thoughts but by their heroic deed," Ansel said to the creatures who had tears streaming down their eyes "the ritual has been completed, let us all go home and morn them in the comfort of our homes" he concluded and everyone started dispersing, going their separate ways.

Local time, 8:30 PM. Deep beneath the barren desert, the Bertley military base loomed like an iron fortress. Umbracia's four-star General Hesberg, clad in his sharp uniform, stared at the battle screen with a grim look. The latest report showed a devastating defeat: the Giant Whale's Fury tactic had failed, both Lords of War outmaneuvered, and the entire carrier fleet rendered useless. Alexander, an unstoppable force, was still carving his path into Umbracia.

Carefully, we carry her over to the hole and set her in. Alec takes a step back, and I reach forward, touching the corner of her lips with my fingers. "You were a good person," I whisper, a tear sliding down my cheek. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you more." I don't want to remember her like this. I hate that this will be my last sight of her. What can I do, though? Nothing. The Silver Hunters' damage is irreversible. Without another word, Alec and I fill in the grave. We make sure it's level and then I reach down and pick up a rock to place atop the earth.

“What the hell?” The tomb rumbled and shook, the lights dimmed and brightened. “Shit,” Ace cursed, holding the coffin for support. As soon as it began, the quake stopped. I looked around for signs of danger or attack and found none. Sighing in relief, I leaned against the coffin. “Guys?” Morgan squeaked. “He is gone.” “No,” I gaped into the empty coffin. “No way.” “I knew there was something fishy. Someone got here before us and took Achilleas’ corpse.”

There was so much going right now, but I could only stare at what was in front of me. King Corona. Dead. PRINCE Ace had killed him. He killed Corona.