Ace Quinn Novels & Stories

I froze. "Who’s Ace?" Quinn’s voice cut through the tension, her head tilting curiously. I forced my lips into a thin line. "Ace is their friend." The words felt foreign in my mouth. Like I had to choke them out, swallow the panic rising in my throat. I ordered him to die last time I saw him. I am dead. And if he’s here— I don’t know if I’ll make it out in one piece. "Why don’t you go and freshen up?" Susan’s voice dragged me out of my spiraling thoughts.

I will never call for him even at times of my death, even if hell begged me to! "I never called you here." I retorted in a glum manner. By now, my anger had taken control of restoring my senses as I glared at him morosely. "I never asked for your presence... Quinn." The Alpha stood only meters away from my bedside the moment my vision focused on him. Quinn Coven, the Alpha of Lumina, the unfortunate husband I was unluckily married off to. He looked as charming as he always is with his blonde hair slicked back in a clean style. It almost deceived me from his true personality.

Ace's voice carries from the kitchen. "What do you want, idiots? Should I order adobo? Lechon?" "Sinigang!" Kidd calls back without looking up. I groan. "Why are you still here? I've got work to do." Kidd finally glances at me, holding up his screen. "Seraphina Mortez. Twenty-nine. Boys are Leocin and Riocin Mortez. Married status, but no father listed anywhere. Lives up in the hills-Mindanao." He scrolls a little more. "Ace sent you the address already-satellite shots are on your laptop. So... what's the play?"

Ace said pointedly and this Christina creature looked towards me as though only seeing me now for the first time. “Ah, yes. I heard there was a rumour going around that you got married…” She said as she looked me up and down, making me feel naked. “I just didn’t think it would be true.” She said and sighed, before batting her eye lashes at him again and putting on a pouty smile. “At least we had out fun times, didn’t we.” She said and my stomach twisted. Ace was looking at her with no emotion but for some reason I got the feeling that he was feeling angry towards this woman. “Really?” He asked as he feigned being in thought for a moment. “I don’t seem to recall to much of it. Must not have b

Looking up from her food she stares into the blackest pair of eyes she has ever seen. Ace was around 6 ft 6 inches, had copper-red hair, and was beautiful he also looked like a guy that knew it too. From the conversation, Sky gathered that he was the captain of the Basketball team and didn't show up for practice Ace walked in with a swag that only guys that are confident with a hint of cocky and arrogance could pull off, he kissed aunt Loren on the check, said good morning to Sky's mum, and starts fist-bumping and high fiving the rest of the guys then he stands opposite her in front of the window and looks at her with a look of surprise and then one of curiosity ....like...she was out of pla

“I told you…she’s a psycho.” Austin’s jaw tightened as Ace turned to leave. “And I told you…he is the Phantom.” Their gazes clashed in silent, burning fury. “Then let’s see who wins,” they said in unison before turning and walking away in opposite directions. Late the following morning, Ace drove Vivica to an exclusive bridal boutique in the city. The owner, a werewolf herself, dealt only in the finest wedding gowns. Vivica moved gracefully through the showroom, her fingers brushing lightly over the exquisite fabrics.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

The room goes silent and everyone focuses on him, “It's astonishing to have all of you here, it means you're willing to fight for your leader and we appreciate it. As you know, we're going to war tomorrow and, as such, we should be prepared, you might have been brief about what to expect, but Ashanti is going to give you guys detailed information” I walk forward and pay attention to the men and strong woman in the room, these are people willing to fight for reasons they don't even know, and I appreciate the loyalty. We're almost forty if I'm not mistaken. I look around and watch as they look at me with eager eyes, Caleb gives me a nod and I smile, “Some of you may know me, others don't, but

I couldn't understand why she would doubt herself like this. After a while, we pulled back slightly, and I looked down at her, searching for answers. "Why do you feel this way? Has someone hurt you?" I asked, desperate to uncover the reason behind her tears and her uncertain question. "I want you to know, Sierra, that in my heart, you will be my Luna. I have sent messages to all the other packs, inviting them to witness the beauty and love that my Luna possesses. So, if you're questioning whether you're making the right choice, then yes, you are doing the right thing," I reassured her.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"