Ace's Execution Novels & Stories

Even the shadows did not stir. Ace's eyes widened. His mouth opened in a soundless effort to speak, and then shut again. He looked at the knife, and then at Seraya. The anger in his eyes was replaced by something else — perhaps sorrow, or regret. "Seraya…" he whispered softly, outstretched hand shaking. "I… I just didn't want you to stay." One tear flowed down Seraya's cheek. Her voice crumbled as she whispered, "I know." Rafe pulled the sword loose. Ace dropped, his body crumbling away into the tainted magic's dark powder. In a heartbeat, he was dead.

Elizabeth" (pointing gun at Clement) Shut up you old fart! Unless that is you want me to fill your skull with lead. Chidi " Put the gun, Ace. Elizabeth" Should I? Chidi " Yes. Elizabeth" Well, he has to apologize. Clement " I will do no such thing. Elizabeth" Okay. Here goes. BANG 💥 With a quick aim and accuracy, Black ace pulls the trigger and shoots the right foot of Mr. Clement. The others watched calmly as the man rolled on the ground clutching onto his foot painfully. Clement " Arrgghhh, my leg.

We had a stare down for a moment before I sighed in defeat. He grinned. “So it’s a deal?” I exhaled. “Fine. But if this goes badly I am blaming you forever.” “Worth it.” Later that night I was lying in bed when my phone buzzed and I checked it expecting Imani and instead it was Ace. Ace: Professor Me: How did you get my number? Ace: Trade secret. I may have told Dante you were coming to his party tonight Me: I am not going Ace: You are already dressed in my head

The ruling was effectively a death sentence. When the verdict was read, Vincent broke down at the defendant's table. He slumped forward and sobbed. I looked at him and felt no satisfaction, only a faint, quiet sadness. There had been a time when I believed he was someone I could build a life with. I believed what we had could survive anything the world threw at us. In the end, what destroyed us was not outside pressure. It was his own greed. I said nothing. I did not look at him again. I turned and walked out of the courtroom.

She wondered if the man standing in that same exact spot knew someone else who stood there died by Leo's gun earlier. "You think I can't kill you? Let me out and see," Mae had tears in her eyes."Or are you scared? Are you afraid to die, because I will kill you Vance." She said in a low, tired voice but Vance could here the determination in her voice and he found it casually amusing. He got up from his seat behind the desk and walked leisurely to the cage she was in. When he got to her, he pulled on the knees of his suit trouser before squatting by the cage.

I demanded, slamming the file shut. “Affirmative, sir.” Alec pulled out a yellowed, fragile piece of parchment. The heading made my blood turn to ice: ORDER OF EXECUTION: ADRIAN VALENTINE. I read the document, the legal jargon blurred before my eyes until I hit the "Reason for Sentence" section. I stopped breathing. “He was executed for having an explicit relationship with a werewolf?” I looked up at Alec, hoping he’d tell me I’d misread it. “Yes, sir. The order was for the execution of Adrian Valentine and the child conceived during the affair.” Alec’s voice was a low whisper now. “According to the reports, Mr Valentine killed the child himself before the Enforcers arrived.”

However, since he is Micah's best friend, I've come to know him, and I suppose I can say he has become a friend by acquaintance. During our separation, Ace took many lives, including that of the police captain who had been fired for abusing several women, including his own daughter for dating someone he disapproved of. It felt like Ace was establishing a pattern, almost as if he were trying to signal that he still remembers me. The true identity of the murderer remains a secret known only to Micah and me, and Micah becomes visibly upset whenever he sees the news reports about the killings.

Ace hesitated, but in the end, he clenched his jaw and said, "Alright! I'll leave with you!" He was out of options. He was doomed if he stuck around here. "Guess you're not a complete fool," the veiled man remarked with a cackle. The two men left the dungeon, and moments later, a fire started. Everything was burned to a crisp. … The next day, a shocking piece of news spread like wildfire. Ace, the chairman of the TMAA, had died in a fire. In an instant, all of the TMAA's enemies descended upon the TMAA, causing its members to flee.

They were finished in Wolf Creek. Ace took gasping breaths and his eyes widened in terror. I’d given him the worst possible punishment. He needed the adoration, the ability to drive fear into others. Without his place of power, he’d have nothing. If I executed him, he’d claim he was the hero until the end. Mummers from the gathered shifters grew slowly as the sentence was repeated among the crowd. Eventually, they gave way to applause. Kyle took a step forward, walking over to Ace. I had no idea what he was going to say, but I knew he needed some closure here too. He whispered something to Ace, then backed away, a smile on his lips.

“Wrong. Every time.” “Then what?” I leaned closer, my voice low, cold. “Because I want to kill criminals.” Ace threw his head back and laughed loudly, echoing off the metal walls. “You?” He jabbed his cigarette at me, eyes bright with mockery. “Now you’re playing some kind of—what?—executioner saint? That’s rich.” “You laugh now,” I said quietly, “But if you’ve ever killed someone before, then congratulations. You’ve already put yourself on my list. Which means one day, I’ll be coming for you.”