Ace Cannon Death Novels & Stories

And they aimed them at the Sky Palace ship that was beginning to retreat from the battlefield; Xie Xue saw the massive cannon emitting strange qi and immediately used the ship’s full power to move away. BOOOOOMMMMM… A cannonball was fired at the divine alliance forces, exploding right behind the troops in the rearmost position. As the cannonball exploded, they saw blood falling like rain, soaking their bodies. Then, within seconds, their bodies were instantly engulfed by blood that began to coil around the bodies of the Divine Alliance troops. Their blood gushed out immediately after being wrapped by something that emerged from the cannon’s explosion. Within a few seconds, everyone hit by th

They weren't just killing targets; they were executing specific technical failures. Jinx: And 'Arch-Mage Volek'? Jinx: I checked his obituary just now. Jinx: Cause of death: "Electrical Malfunction in Lab Equipment." Jinx: In the game, Mages die from "Arcane Backfire." Magic = Electricity. Jinx: Ren, the game isn't predicting the future. It's TELLING us how to do it. The 'Boss Abilities' are the cover story. Ren stared at the glowing screen.

This offense was punishable by death. Cassian D’ Angelo answered my call three hours later. He walked into the mansion wearing a grey suit. A maid showed him to the sun room where I opened the door. “If I'm here, it means someone's dead and someone has been framed or is responsible for it.” He said. “Good morning to you too, Cassian,” I said, sarcastically. “Can I get you something to drink?” “If it's not your blood in a golden chalice, I think I'll pass,” he replied. When he saw that it was just Zayn and I in the room, he added, “Let me guess, the kid did it.”

Hale met his gaze evenly. “It doesn’t.” No excuses. Again. And somehow that honesty made Luca angrier. Because Hale finally sounded human now After spending decades stripping humanity from everyone else. Cassian suddenly coughed violently in the chair. Blood splattering down his chin. Luca moved toward him immediately. “Cassian.” Cassian’s breathing was deteriorating fast. His eyes unfocused slightly now from neural overload. But he still managed a weak smirk. “You know,” he rasped painfully, “I always imagined dying in a cooler way.”

He tried to lighten the mood but failed miserably as she just stared at him confused. “I don’t have a choice at all really do I.” “Not really. Although you were willing to commit career suicide just a moment ago. I didn’t think you would actually go that far.” “That over a life imprisoned with you? Yes, I would go that far ten times out of ten.” She was blunt and not happy with the turn of events. “So what now?” “Well assuming you decide to go through with the marriage contract-” “You mean the Death Contract.” “Excuse me?” He was confused.

After that, he turned around and gave the Sacred Spring Water to Fiona, who he said needed "recovery." Vivian wiped her tears and looked at him coldly. "You took her only chance to survive and gave it to someone else. You killed Daisy!" When Vincent heard those words, he started shaking. His strength gave out, and he dropped to the floor. "So she really was sick... I thought she was just causing trouble. I killed her..." Then something seemed to hit him. He lifted his head suddenly. "Soul Decay Syndrome is a fatal condition caused by long-term depression and emotional distress. Daisy was my Luna. She never suffered like that. How could she have gotten something like this?"

Spark Written by Victor Olusa Episode 27 . . "Son of a gun!!" Vicoliz yelled, throwing his Spear of doom at Sarraphina. With a plastered smirk on her face she drew May closer, and made her receive the attack. The spear of doom pierced through her abdomen and tore up her torso. May slowly fell to her knees with blood dripping from her mouth. She looked into Vicoliz's eyes and then looked at the Spear of doom stuck in her abdomen and then she fell down and died.

But as I looked around the room, none of them looked at me with fear their eyes all lit up with hope and gratitude. My gaze drifted to a young man lying on a stretcher, his eyes meeting mine with an expression of gratitude, not fear. Slowly, I made my way over to him. “Thank you, Luna of Death,” he whispered, his voice a soft melody over the quiet murmur in the hall. “For this gift—I will remember you even in the afterlife and be forever in your debt.”

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.

In Charles's eyes, I was never going to measure up to Arianna. Arianna, despite her guilt, looked at Charles with teary-eyed gratitude. Even now, he stood up for her. Vincent's gaze shifted toward Charles, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "Move aside." Just then, the official reporters Vincent had invited arrived, with cameras poised to capture every moment. Vincent pulled out a document—my death report. "Sabrina Zayn passed away one week ago. The cause of death—" He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction.