Ace Cannon Death Novels & Stories

“Nikita, please just tell us what’s going on.” My heart pounded against my ribcage, a desperate drum trying to keep time against the tide of chaos threatening to overtake me. I took a breath, steadying the tremor in my hands, and when I spoke, the words felt like stones sinking into the abyss. “As you all know, I died...” I forced myself to continue. “...But when I did, I saw my mother. She told me the only way I could truly die was by the hand of my curse. It has to run its course.”

She only smiled wider. Mr. Yellow scrambled beside me, now wearing war goggles and dragging a mana rifle three times his size. “Okay. Okay. Scale of one to ‘we’re all going to die,’ how bad do you think this is?” “Ten,” I growled, charging another blast of storm magic. Carrotini, smudged with soot and sauce, wheeled up in a stolen soup pot like a war chariot. “Permission to trigger the cheese cannon?” “We have a cheese cannon?” I asked, dizzy from blood loss.

I couldn't imagine what might happen if something went wrong at that event. I never expected this. Arianna had stolen everything from me, and still, it wasn't enough for her. She wouldn't even spare my mentor. I was spinning in circles, frantic, helpless. But there was nothing I could do. After all, I was dead. And in the very way I had always feared most. A double death, with a baby inside me. Only, it didn't happen on the hospital's operating table like I had imagined. No, I died in my lakeside cottage, alongside a little kitten who thought it had finally found a home, a new life.

Kira elucidated beside me while giggling softly, and my heart flushed with happiness at the sight of her smile. "Yes," I said."A good day to die hard." I retorted with a smile plastered on my face. A buzzing sound was heard, and a small hole was visible on top of the cage. We watch in curiosity, waiting for whatever they are going to send out again. After what seemed like an entity, different weapons were thrown down on the cage floor. including short knives, spikes, bows, and arrows.

At the time, they just laughed it off and didn't think much about it. Two years later, she died in a traffic accident due to a brake failure that sent her crashing into a guardrail. There was no alcohol or speeding involved. I still remember the cold, sterile white sheet pulled over her body. It was freezing cold that day. Xavier's sister never liked me. I always felt small and unwelcome around her. However, after her death, the Lowes thought I'd cursed her, and they hated me for it with every fiber of their being. …

“You have a daughter of your own. You should really be burned alive.” “Who are you?” he repeated. “Do you really want to know?” I mocked him and he nodded. I reached into my back pocket producing a gun. “I am Azaziel, the angel of death.” He was about to make a movement but I beat him to it. I shot him in close range. His blood splattered everywhere, even to my face. I licked the ones near my lips, savoring the tangy taste. He was still writhing on the floor and I made another shot. Finally, he stopped spasming.

Crash! It was too late when he realized what he’d done. The tricks and manipulation that's been implanted to him accompanied him as he tried to remember why he tried to escape his building from the 20th floor. But as the ground rapidly came closer to Alana to welcome him to a new realm of fire he’s never seen before, it only then clicked. For a split second, he was almost sure that Caine’s face was down on the ground like a summer waiting for the cold fall. The moment he flatlined was the moment his entire body met the ground flat. No last expressions in his face, no rigor mortis, just his red and white painted in the streets.

despite the fact that Ezicx was shooting his gun up while giving me a grin. "Momm!" I called for her while I was shoving people out my way. I was running and the last thing I knew, there was a gunshot. I closed my eyes and covered my ears, I thought it would end me but someone took the bullet for me. "A-Anica..." He was coughing blood. I gasp, hearing his voice. "My God! Caspian!" He lost conscious right infront of me. There were blood all over, flowing from his hips.

They were not worried anymore this time. The Spear of Death was a spell targeted toward one's spirit. Anyone pierced by it would have their spirit destroyed completely, and there was no cure for that. Cadillacia was going to disappear from the world completely, and even a god would not be able to revive him. Eileen glanced at his corpse, marveling at Wilbur. "That was incredible. Not only are you a phenomenal fighter, but you even know Higher Order magic. Dude, you're even scarier than this monster."

We had a funeral! Six weeks? He sounds confused, then suddenly alarmed. Cordelion! Now that guy is definitely dead, I confirm. You snapped his neck—don’t you remember? It was just as he was porting. All we saw was him crumple to the ground and you vanish. We burned him to ashes—with Mattie’s dark magic fire, Lili’s elemental fire and then Anna struck him with lightning about fifty times— just for good measure. Six weeks ago?