Ace Vs Blackbeard Novels & Stories

Ace said pointing at Sebastian. " And why is that so?" Adia asked, seeing no reason, why getting into her head is making an appearance to somebody. "Because Beau is like Sebastian's old buddy back in Britaris, they were like close friends.." Ace informed, emphasizing on the word close. "They basically did all sorts of evil together, they were Britaris worst nightmares, you get, they both killed people without no remorse.." "Arion.." Sebastian growled in a dangerous tone. "What it's not as if I'm lying…Beau is harmless at least not to Adia, he's technically your best friend, this is just how he loves joking about, gosh I hate his smiles…" Arion rolled his eyes walking away.

It was strange to me, all the misconceptions I had about bikers before I came here and met the men and women that made up the Black Aces. My eyes fell on Wicked, Truths big brother. They were so alike and yet so different at the same time. Wicked was huge, wider and taller than his little brother. A great hulk of a man. But good looking with it. There was a scary side to Wicked, but a soft side as well. Especially when it came to the people he cared about. I didn’t know what he thought of me, but at the end of the day, his opinion of me didn’t really matter. Whether he liked me or not didn’t matter. As long as I made his brother happy he would keep his opinion to himself.

The roar of their engines mingled with the stench of gunpowder and blood. Alex was stationed behind a counter, his face set in a grim expression, his knuckles white as he gripped his pistol. His usually impeccable suit was torn and splattered with crimson. But it was nothing compared to Ace. Ace moved like a demon unleashed, stabbing anyone who dared to stand in front of him. His once-pristine suit was now a canvas of gore, and his eyes... God, his eyes were empty. There was no trace of the man I knew. His face, usually so controlled, was contorted into a mask of cold fury. I watched, paralyzed, as he effortlessly dodged a wild punch and plunged a blade into his attacker's throat.

Ace sat at the head of the long wooden table, the weight of responsibility pressing heavily on his shoulders. The room was dimly lit, the glow from a single overhead light casting deep shadows across his face. Across from him sat Grey, his most trusted lieutenant and one of the few men Ace considered a friend. They’d been through countless battles together, forged in the fires of both friendship and bloodshed. But today, the tension between them was palpable. Ace leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the table as he stared at the blueprints spread before them.

Jason McCann's lost cousin. Ace Black -He is seventeen years old. He has black hair with blue eyes and he is dangerous. Controls his own mafia since his father killed his mother at a ball which made Ace take over the Mafia. He's an assassin, Hacker and street racer. Luca, Domenico and Giovanni Romano best friend. Liam Black

Sometimes I wonder if Ace is secretly a goat rather than a wolf with the way he likes to headbutt things. Chris is struggling with his opponent and we’re about to help when six wolves come upon us. These are very, very bad odds. Ace moves into a crouch, not about to back down, but at speed faster than anything I’ve ever seen, there’s a streak of black and gold and then something giant whipping through all six wolves like a bowling ball going for a strike. All six wolves went flying until they were crumpled in a heap, and we’re left with our jaw hanging slack.

He looked down at Bluey's hand on my hip, the veins in his fists bulging until his knuckles turned a deathly white. "I don't care who or what the hell you are," Ace hissed, his voice dropping into a low, demonic Alpha register that vibrated straight through the ground beneath my sneakers. He stepped forward, his massive chest nearly brushing Bluey's shoulder as he stared him down with a murderous intent. "Take your fucking hands off my girlfriend before I make sure you never play ever again."

Besides, I have my necklace, which serves as protection for us. As more enemies fell and the tide turned in our favor, I saw Alpha Ace leap through the air, delivering a vicious kick to the last enemy, throwing it off balance, and giving another black woman a clear shot to end the battle. He ran to her side and grabbed hold of her shoulder, using his momentum from the kick to throw her over the heads of her comrades. His next kick sent another black woman flying to the right, where she collided with a tree trunk, knocking the life out of her. Finally!

I knew of one guy in the afterlife who would thank me for sending up a chew toy. "So, what's the plan?" Ace piped up. "This ain’t a one-man show. We're a crew. We’re in this together. Beast isn't the only one who has beef with those guys." Jaxton froze, and I visualized him shooting Ace a death glare. I peered around, and Ace swallowed a gulp. Blade chewed on his thumbnail to suppress a grin. I muscled my way to the bar and poured myself a shot, needing something strong to take the edge off.

The other two wolves didn't stand a chance. Within minutes, they were running, disappearing into the forest with their tails between their legs. I sat on the ground where I'd fallen, shaking uncontrollably, unable to look away from the massive black wolf standing over James's unconscious form. This was Ace. The man who'd been so gentle with me, so careful, so kind. He was a monster. Just like James had said.