Ace Fighting Novels & Stories

Cars splashed by, throwing more water onto my jeans. When I finally stumbled into the apartment, dripping from head to toe, Ace was leaning against the couch, perfectly dry, scrolling on his phone. He looked up, smirked, and drawled, “Told you so.” I slammed my door before he could see the steam practically shooting from my ears. Hatred had never burned so hot.

"Stand still and face me!" "Why would I do that?" he asked coolly, his tone mocking. "You're not going to hit me, no matter how hard you try." "Watch me!" I yelled, charging at him again, knife poised. But it was no use. Ace moved like he had predicted every swing, every thrust before I even made it. He dodged effortlessly, bending, sidestepping, ducking-it was like I was fighting a shadow. My anger bubbled higher and higher with every failed attempt, every moment he made me look weaker, smaller.

The rapid flow of blood gushing out of his stomach indicated only one thing. Ace hadn't wore bulletproof vest. ___________________________ Please don't mind the typical depiction of the fight, I am not good with action scenes. Next will be updated on Wednesday, keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios

Ace launches his claw into Dane’s shoulder to send him off his feet, but Dane grabs a hold of his hands and throws him onto the tarred ground. A few cheers go through the crowd at Dane’s comeback, but Ace barely stays on the floor for a second before flipping onto his feet, growling loudly and his blue eyes blaze terrifyingly. He surges forwards and takes Dane off his feet and the two move into a brawl until everything happened so fast that anyone could barely make out what was going on. Dane tosses Ace onto the floor with his lips burst, torn shoulders and stomach. Dane now has a slash on the side of his face and his arm, which heals up in seconds.

“ It's not my fault they recognize quality when they see it. But you want to fight. Fine. I’ll even turn my back on you so you think you have a chance.” “ Ailee.” Ace says he doesn't like my idea. He has no idea what I can do so I understand his worry. “ Ace, you need to trust her, brother. She knows what she is doing. Just sit back and watch. This is going to be fun.” Lug said with a laugh. “ Fine.” Ace grumbles. I will have to hug him after these to ease him. I turn my back and focus on the task at hand. “ Whenever you think you have the guts,” I said not even bothering to turn around. I have to tell you this girl has no clue about stealth. I can hear her grunt and the slapping of her hee

Ace declared. --To be continued…

His fighting style may work with vampires or other supernaturals, but it’s nearly ineffective against this many wolves. I’m trying to fight, while keeping Drake from getting more injured and staying out of his way as he continues to get into mine. Because I’m dancing around Drake, I’m taking more bites and scratches than I normally would. Then suddenly, Hera is beside me and I breathe a sigh of relief. Hera and Kella have been fighting side by side our entire lives and we fall into an easy, effective pattern of fighting and killing.

Draven refused to yield, and neither did Ace. As the fight continued, I could easily tell that Ace was merely teasing Draven. The calculated way he moved told me that if he truly wanted to end this match, he could have defeated his brother instantly. My suspicions were completely confirmed when I caught sight of Ronan, Ace’s right-hand man, quietly slipping into the arena notice-free. With a final, devastating blow, Ace struck Draven, knocking him completely unconscious onto the dirt. The referee stepped forward, declaring Ace the undisputed winner.

He already planned to do something to Edwin before the game starts and when Edwin walked out of the room, they got the opportunity. Ace took one of the sticks from the guy, who came to attack him and beat him to the pulp. The remaining guys were attacking Ace as they didn’t know that Ace was Freddie’s friend. They were some random goons arranged by Freddie. One of the guys hit Ace on the side of his head with his hockey stick that resulted in the bleeding. Ace shook his head to regain his control and kept fighting them. He was covering Edwin so that Edwin, who was already unconscious, couldn’t get beaten by them.

Andrea and I both share a look of apprehension between ourselves before we both take off running in the same direction her henchmen did. I stop dead in my tracks at the sight of Ace. He is shirtless with his tattoos on full display, and his usual flawless skin is covered in blood. His blood and Nathanials’ blood. Even though Nathanials' face doesn’t look like it’s met the likes of Aces’ fists, his bare knuckles are grazed and bleeding. Ace slumps forward with his back pressed against the wall, he lifts his hand and touches the corner of his mouth, hissing. Nathanials’ men are leaning against the wall a few feet away from Ace and Nathanial with their backs facing them – plainly ignoring Andre