Ace Cannon Death Novels & Stories

He cannot tackle it without his lance, he cannot cast a spell mindlessly either, as it might affect everyone present here. “Fuck.” Zen cursed under his breath, running away while scanning the hallway to find a way to escape, but thankfully, he reached his room. He jumped inside when he shot the cannon, eradicating anything coming in the way, but he barely managed to save himself, but his arm was injured and ended up bleeding in the process because of the burn from the cannon’s attack. “Dammit!” He cursed, getting inside the room only to find fourteen people already present in the room to fight them and he added two more.

Kayson walked out of the thick smoke, his face covered in ashes. He had used his energy to protect his body in time, but he still sustained some injuries. “What a malicious man who detonated himself!” muttered Kayson. He was injured but not too severely. “Sir…” The Allens, Wolfendens, Ian, and Chuck looked at Steelification Doyen, whose body was already a charred, bloody mess. ‘Steelification Doyen is dead!’ ‘How did this happen!?’

I stopped wanting to talk. Sometimes I'd stare out the window for hours, and other times I'd scroll through videos of myself playing a corpse. It was truly heartbreaking to watch. There was one scene, filmed during a hailstorm, where I lay on the ground in nothing but a thin shirt. The actors trampled all over me as they sprinted past. That pain had felt even more unbearable than the blood-borne infection currently eating away at me. I could still remember the jagged rock pressing into my back, but I hadn't dared to say a word.

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

Emie almost throws the card away as its very number, name, and image flashes the end of every individual no matter what they will do to prevent such, as she drops the name. “The Death.” Hunting her with the image of the card with the death reaper himself, yet riding a dead horse with its full scale of armor and armory, but is an image of it skeletal from all over. She raises the card and flips it upside down into the air above and in front of her. Spinning for a while and fast, it slowly stops and completely as she calls out the names, yet somewhat a chant or a spell that rings. “The lovers.”

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

"Keep these safe. There was a necklace in his pocket. It must have been meant for you." The she-wolf took the items and said, "Today is our mating anniversary. He was on his way to buy me a gift when the accident happened." Mating anniversary, huh? My gaze drifted toward Connor. Ever since the incident happened, he hadn't celebrated our mating anniversary again. After seeing off the she-wolf, Connor's expression turned complicated. "They were mates, after all. His sudden death must be a huge blow to her and the pup. I hope she can get through this."

Theodore mumbles. I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart, one I haven’t felt in years. Along with my pain comes my anger. It’s no coincidence that my father died the same day as Ronan his best friend. The Inner Circle has something to do with this. I hear the small voice growl in my head and I flinch. I might have hated the man, Theodore King, but no one has the right to take his life from him, except me! “There might be hope after all.” Alex continues, watching me cautiously as he speaks. I feel my hands visibly shaking from the anger I’m feeling.

The assistant commander did not hesitate. The rotating cannon on his arm buzzed up, but the light that gathered in its course was not the clean, grelle blue of consortium. It was a nasty, deep black violet that like liquid darkness looked out. “Decking!” Kael shouted. He threw himself with his whole massive flank against me and Silas and ripped us on the hard stone of the rocky projection, seconds before the weapon was fired. The shot was adorable. The black plasma charge hit right there

The silent anger inside her had to burst out someday. The bullet left the gun and pierced into his head, causing immediate death. Only a gasp escaped his mouth and then...silence. The blood started flowing out of the wound, down his face and then dripping on the ground. "You deserved that." Amy said in a low voice and started walking towards the exit. Her long coat flying backward with the air, making her look even more badass. She threw the gun at Theo, who caught it just in time. "Clean up." She said and walked outside, followed by Jane.