Ace's Execution Novels & Stories

"Don't you know that I can die from LBM? I know I lied to you, and if this is your way of getting even, I hope you're fucking happy." "You're so irrational; why are you saying that you're going to die for what I did? Can you just be dehydrated and confined in a hospital?" I glared at her. "So you really knew that would happen to me? Then why did you still do it?" Aceia looked down. I felt guilty for yelling at her, but when I remembered what she did to me, the conscience I felt disappeared. I touched my own stomach while I took my cell phone from the bedside table and went out of our room. I might strangle that girl because of the anger and sullenness I feel. Fuck! Fuck! Argh!

And there was no reasoning with crazy. “I have nightmares, you know.” He continued to talk to himself. “I can see her screaming and burning. It never stops.” His breath rattled as he exhaled. “The Black Aces will have the same nightmares when they think of you. Chelsea, Ruin.. all of Fenders cronies will never forget the sounds you make as you die.” He was going to burn us. I realised with a start. Burn us alive. “Young Blood. Please. The kids are innocent. Let them go.” I pleaded. It was useless. I knew that, but I had to try.

“I have told you this before, and I will tell you again: Ace does not love you. He is using you for revenge. You might not know this, but he murdered his own mother and brother just to seize power... why else do you think he was exiled?” My heart stopped beating in my chest. “He wanted the throne,” Draven continued, his voice dropping into a lethal whisper. “Selene was his brother's wife, but Ace took her for himself before slaughtering his own brother! He thought he could claim the crown, but I saved Selene, and she exposed the horrific truth to our father. If you ask Ace why he was exiled, he will lie and tell you it was our father's 'poor judgment.'” I took a shaky step back, my hands cle

Ace declared. --To be continued…

I say clearly and watch as her eyes scan the people in the room, widening as she realises the seriousness of the situation. Nick steps forward, forcing Ace to walk with him and they stand in the middle of the stage. “Ace, your crimes are as follows; Torture of pack members under your control, kidnap and torture of another mans mate, murdering your Luna, attempting to force your Alpha into granting you his Aura, and plotting to overthrow your Alpha to the detriment of your pack. You have been found guilty of these charges and sentenced to death. How do you choose to die?” I speak clearly, no doubts in my mind. He stands tall, sure of himself.

Of course he did, the same milk of glass he gave her in which he had mixed the abortion pills to kill their child. Her teary eyes stared in his as she grabbed the back of his head and clashed the edge of the glass against his lips making him stare back at her. If he wanted he could simply refuse to drink it but something in him didn't want to hold back as well, there was nothing left in him to go on anyways. He had gotten everything he wanted but at the same time there was nothing left in his hands. Ace's death news spread like a fire around the country, Sia became another victim of his psychotic break, and his body was crushed by his brother before he surrendered to death. Ace knew what he

Jaxon was leting Chris live. Ace walked swiftly down the hallway, not noticed by anyone. Jaxon tossed Chris forward, done with him. Chris stumbled up, his feet slipping on his own blood that was on the floor. His green eyes lifted to meet Ace's gaze, watching the man stride down the hallway. Ace watched his eyes falter and dim, a look of loss on his face. He knew Ace's motive, and there was nothing he could. So allowed himself to be grabbed by Ace's strong grip, and allowed himself to die.

"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.

Ace explained calmly, his voice betraying no emotion. As Jullius listened, his expression remained blank, but beneath the surface, a storm of emotions brewed. Anger, sorrow, and confusion battled for dominance. "You're the one who killed them, aren't you?!" Jullius's voice cracked with raw emotion, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. Ace remained silent for a moment, his steely gaze fixed on Jullius. He felt no sympathy for the boy, despite the heartbreaking scene unfolding before him. "I DON'T WANT THEM TO LEAVE ME! BRING THEM BACK!" Jullius cried out, his voice echoing with pain and desperation.

Elder Griffiths said to the man kneeling in the middle of the execution ground. Elder Ace raised his head and turned to look at Elder Griffiths who narrowed his eyes at him, his long hair fluttered in the wind as he watched Elder Ace smile at him faintly. His eyes were relaxed as if he was not going to die but was going to sleep and wake up the next morning. Elder Ace shook his head and then said, “I have nothing to say, Elder Griffiths.” The man stayed calm throughout making a few of the councilmen uncomfortable as they had never seen anyone being this calm.