Ace's Death Episode Novels & Stories

“We have to be strong, Mother! It’s going to be a battle for us.” “Why do our kids have to suffer so much?” Tears rolled down her cheek. “Is Veronica aware of this? God, I feel so sad for a poor soul. My heart breaks for both of them! Just when they decided to take a step ahead in life, the universe turned against them!” Ace was panicking. “Mom, Aries is not dead! He will survive this!” He said in a loud pitch, and Clara saw his eyes gushing with tears. She quickly ascends to her feet to console him.

4 years later. Ice's POV: I have been struggling to get out of bed lately; I think it's the fact that Sofia's 4 year anniversary is approaching quite quickly and most of us still haven't finished grieving. Especially Ace. Ace went on a rampage for about two years after she died, just killing anything or anyone that pissed him off except for Jaxon obviously. He had went from barely getting out of bed to killing everyone including the police force and innocent people who he thought was guilty.

He then slipped out of the club and went back home to take care of things. The rest, as they say, was history. The next time Ace woke up, he was clutching a knife, and he was lying beside his father's dead body. He was in this state of confusion when his mother walked in on the scene. She screamed and fainted. The shock was so much that it triggered a heart attack. She died on her way to the hospital. It was her scream that led Aiden and the rest of the staff in. Ace kept pleading his innocence, but no one was willing to listen to him. He begged Aiden to tell them that he was with him and his friends all night.

"When the dagger stabbed you, you released tremendous power. All I know is when I woke up and saw everyone was dead except me, you, and our twins." "It's impossible," I squeaked softly. "But that's what happened." Ace squeezed my fingers with an intense gaze that wouldn't leave my eyes, then said, "All the Salvatorians and the Hunters are dead." "Did Jared die too?" I asked spontaneously. The look on Ace's face changed. He looked displeased when I asked about Jared. "Sorry," I regretted. "No need to apologize." Ace snorted softly. "I just didn't think you'd still remember him after over a decade," he continued.

Sky saluted me with his coffee. And at that moment, I stopped waiting for a manual. --- **Later, in the hallway:** Ace cornered me near the stairs, his voice a growl. “If this goes sideways—” “It won’t.” “If it *does*,” he insisted, “you run. No heroics.” I arched a brow. “Says the man who faked his death to ‘motivate’ me.” He grimaced. “That was different.” “How?” “Because,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine, “I’d rather die than watch you fall.”

My heart raced as I tried to process the gravity of the situation, the weight of Ace’s anguish palpable even from afar. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid we've lost her; we did everything we could," the doctor said, the words hanging heavy in the air. As I watched Ace, my heart shattered alongside him; he punched the wall in despair before sliding down to the floor, curses escaping his lips like a desperate plea. As the doctor and nurses exited the room, the stark realization hit me—I finally recognized the person Ace was mourning over, and it felt like the ground had shifted beneath my feet, uprooting everything I thought I understood. "That's me," I said, pointing to the screen, disbelief co

“Ace ….” “Sleep. Don’t talk. I’m trying to focus here,” I said, hoping she’d stop fidgeting against my tight. Sera opened her eyes, looking up at me—tired, but still full of sarcasm. “Where’s that sweet version of Ace I met a few days ago?” I raised an eyebrow. “He died when he saw you at the pavilion this afternoon.” She glared for a second, then chuckled—soft, low. The kind of laugh that, for some damn reason I couldn’t explain, hit something in my chest.

Alicia wondered. And as if hearing her inner voice, Ace went straight to her and pulled her to another place. They were now quite far away from the door of the victim's room and the people. "What's going on?" asked Ace curiously. And Alicia just gave him a cold look, as usual. "What else do you think? Someone just died in there," she replied simply. Ace scowled in annoyance. "And you knew it, Alicia," he said with a deliberately restrained tone of annoyance. "You even ran into his room as if you knew something was going to happen to him. So, please tell me what's really going on here!" Ace insisted.

“I think it’s time that I take you to see him. I was going to wait until after your birthday, but I seriously think that you need closure more than anything right now.” “Does that mean Ace is dead?” Ele whispers as she hugs me from behind, stroking my hair tenderly. “Yeah… Ace Ripley is dead.” I hear him swallowing thickly, and I just manage to catch the underlay of distress and anguish in the tone of his voice.

The gruff voice on the other end asked. I pull out the Ace of Spades and hold it up to the camera and say the words that almost punch a hole in my chest. “I need to speak with Ace. Tell him it’s Tess. It’s a matter of life and death.” Knowing that the person on the other end was probably rolling his eyes at my words. Surprisingly, instead of the battle I was expecting, he spoke carefully, “As in The Tess? Tess Williams?” Like that, I felt like my stomach was dropping into my gut.