Ace Combat X: Skies Of Deception Novels & Stories

And no woman, they implied, ever rose clean. I smiled faintly. “They’re asking who I colluded with,” I said, angling the screen toward him. Adrian glanced once, unimpressed. “They should be asking who decided to stand behind you.” He took my phone without asking, fingers moving with decisive familiarity. Within minutes, Northwind Dominion – Verified went live. Lycan authority authentication. Alpha King clearance. I watched him register the account with mild amusement. “You’re inefficient with interfaces.” “I command wolves, not systems,” he replied evenly. “This is your battlefield. I’ll adapt.”

Beaming. "I'm swooning over you guys." Angela chirped fist bumping Lennox. She let out a low warning growl when Hunter flicked her forehead for fun and it f*cking hurt. "Wanna die?" She gritted as his brows shot up. "The f*ck you teaching her?" Hunter glared at Lennox who seemed indifferent and was focused on his gorgeous wife conversing with Silvia, Emma, Aurora, and Catherine. Draken stood among Xander and Azure.

Vincelli made a sickening chuckle and I felt lightheaded thinking about that, “Ana- Maria's dead? She killed her sister?" "Oh the things that girl would do for me." He sighed in awe. “I know what this is, you enjoy it, don't you? Turning people against each other, families, killing lovers, causing pain to others, to children- you have a God-complex agenda. You live for it." "You know, I always admired you, Archer Devereux, you and that Sinister Salvatore. I just love the scenario." “Beep Beep Beep. Guys." Moe's voice suddenly echoed, "We're in the basement right now and we just found Miss Violet Proca and Vitaly Orlov's body dumped down here."

Jack's ridiculous friends laughed showing their weird-shaped tooth. Ace didn't reply, he stayed silent. Jack chuckled and looked at him with a glare. A sudden gush of pain jolted through Ace's body. His stomach ached, his arms lost tension and his legs began to weaken. 'He will not get the better of me,' he thought as he dropped to the ground. His tongue was soaked in the taste of blood. Bruised and wounded, with a leg in agony, His head was pounding. Jack's kicks and punches kept on raining his body and he couldn't do anything.

(IVY POV) The tension was thick in the air, suffocating like smoke. I could feel it soreness in my throat, making it hard to breathe. Adrian’s presence loomed large, his eyes darting between Dr. Collins, and I with a storm brewing behind them. The gun in his hand was still warm, a reminder of how close we were to the brink. James was still lying slumped in the half-open car door, holding his twisted ankle, his face contorted with pain and fear.

Ace remains seated, seemingly unfazed, "Brother, what brings you here?" Ace asks, his tone nonchalant, despite the tension. Xzen's jaw clenches, his eyes dark in fury. "Take your whoring self to someone else, Ace. This one's already claimed." His words drip with venom, and I feel a pinch from his possessive declaration. Xzen's angry gaze snaps to me. "Oh, is she now?" Ace retorts, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Cause I think I just heard a different story."

Students move quickly around us, falling into place like they've done this a hundred times before. "Thalorien." I look up. Instructor Draven jerks his chin toward a guy already stepping forward. He's bigger and stronger. Tattoos line his veiny arms. His hair buzzed in a way that makes him look like a warrior in training. Confident in a way I'm not. Great. "Try not to die," Draven adds coldly. "Ready?" my opponent asks with a smirk. "No." I mutter. Before I can blink, he attacks anyway. Clean and swiftly. I barely dodge the first hit, twisting out of range just before his fist connects with my ribs. My body reacts on instinct, years of survival taking over where training doesn't exist.