Ace Combat X: Skies Of Deception Novelas e Histórias

He sat opposite me with a whimsical grin, "You're just going to have to deal with me until the end of our little coffee date." "If I have to deal with your asshole ways and your constant perverted jokes then at least admit you were following me," I challenged, sitting forward in my seat which had my knees unintentionally brushing his under the table, "and this isn't a date." A sinful smirk curled his lips as he gripped my knees between his hands, thumbs grazing over my flesh which had goosebumps littering the surface. I held back my shudder only because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of feeling me shiver under his touch. Ace was temptation all wrapped up in one pretty-looking pac

He begins to fall from the air, his eyes closing as the darkness creep in—but not after seeing the two birds fall with me, their bodies now broken and totally bloodied. Gotcha, Kudaisi smiles. “Kudaisi!” Iya Agba screams. Her voice holds him at the brink of darkness. Kudaisi wheezes heavily as he hit the floor, coughing weakly as his body jars at the impact. Tiny tremors ravages through his body—rebounds of the powerful shockwave he received from the Hawks—making him shiver like he had chills. The tangy scent of blood fills his senses, overwhelming me.

The moment the door slammed shut, it was as if someone had popped the pressure valve in the apartment. The tension, thick enough to chew through minutes ago, dissolved into a flood of breathless laughter, relieved exclamations, and groans of secondhand embarrassment. I pressed both palms to my cheeks, which were somehow burning and frozen at the same time. My adrenaline was still spiking, heart hammering like I’d just run from a code red rather than survived a social ambush. “Spitfire deserves a damn medal,” Ace said, shaking his head with a low chuckle. He was still standing near the door, arms crossed, but now his mouth curved into something between a smirk and a sneer. “You see that launc

He reached a meter height before landing on the ground with a heavy thud—pale-faced and gushing out blood. Skylar had used the fiend soul's power in that attack. Even at the mid-stage of Heaven Ascension level, and with the Sky Breaking Axe, Dax still could not ward off a blow from Skylar. That was shocking—Dax was considered a pinnacle power of the entire Nine Mainland. Debra was alarmed by what she saw. She quickly snapped out of it and shouted worryingly at Dax, "Are you okay?" Dax took a deep breath and tried to bear his pain. "Yeah, I'm fine!" Then he turned his angry eyes at Skylar. 'Sh*t, what just happened? How could a youngster like him be so powerful? Not even my Sky Breaking Axe c

Arrghhhhhh, he felt so stupid! Javier lunged at the ghost in a burst of embarrassed anger. As the Ace at the Apex, he was going to bag a ghost if this was the last thing he would do! He was Javier the Valiant, Javier the Fearless, Javier the Guy Motivated By Embarrassment!

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

Axel met his gaze head on, his eyes burning with a determination I've never seen him emanate before. "She's leaving with me," Axel said stepping forward until he and Hunter were looking eye to eye. Though they stood approximately with the same whooping 6'4 height, you could tell who has the most power emanating from him through his aura. Amy fanned her face with her hand, shaking her head at the two men fighting silently in a stupid staring bottle. "Forget them, you're coming with me. Alpha gifted me with my very own bughati the other day, might as well take her for a ride?" She winked at me and I giggled.

She became part of the casualties, one less problem on their ledgers. She clawed her way out from under the rubble, nails bloody, left shoulder hanging wrong. Two fingers bent sideways—she nearly gagged at the sight. She didn’t cry. She dragged herself clear of the wreck, crawled through a hole in the burning wall, and collapsed in the icy mud behind the kitchens. Dawn crept over the sky in violet and gold. Pretty, if you like that sort of thing. She hated it. She hated that it never changed, that the beauty meant nothing whether she’d been the clan’s prize or disgrace. Hated the stars for not even pretending to care. Hated her own lungs for gasping, her heart for beating stubbornly on.

He kept his eyes on the road, but his jaw was set in a hard, jagged line. "If the Shadow wins," he whispered, "I’ll make sure there’s nothing left of this city for him to rule. I’ll burn the 2026 world to the ground before I let him use my hands to hurt you again." We reached the city limits. The skyscrapers of the modern world looked like teeth against the night sky. Somewhere in that concrete maze was the truth of Life Zero. Somewhere, the Scythe of Souls was waiting. But as we passed a billboard for the hospital, I saw a face I recognized. It was a digital ad for a new "Neurological Wellness Center."

His face grew darker as he played the video. Dread knotted in my gut. The next second, his hand shot out and yanked me off the ground. He shoved the screen in my face, his voice thunderous. "You wicked woman!" On the video, the turbulence shook the cabin violently as I struggled to strap the mask onto Layla. My hands trembled, fumbling with it. Out of context, it looked like I was trying to rip the mask away while Layla thrashed like she was fighting me off.