Arcee X Knockout Novels & Stories

he slammed the heel of his leather-clad palm on the steering wheel with a snarl. "What are you talking about." Ace fished out his phone, used the facial reconstruction to unlock it, and then handed it to me. It was already opened to a video that began playing. I recognized the setting immediately. It was another frat party in the same house I had been in. Red and blue solo cups were strewn across the cream carpets that held unknown stains — I didn't even want to know what those stains were.

Liam had told me not to let him take me to the ground, but as long as I held control, I was confident that I would be fine. I hit him in the face with all my force. After about three hits, he managed to get me off him. I took a couple steps back while he tried to balance himself. Liam had said it would go on until knockout. I had to be prepared to end it. Not waiting for him to stop swaying, I slammed my fist into his face again, and he fell backward. The crowd erupted into cheers, and Jax came out into the cage. He shook my hand.

Ariel muttered shockingly. Nevertheless, I proceeded with my plan. In a matter of seconds, Ace's body was buried into the hard ground. Since I slammed him recklessly on the ground, the concrete got shattered. Ace coughed out blood excessively as he shook feverishly. Yet, my grip on his throat remained. “Kevin stop!” Ariel's pleading tone screamed from behind. Playing oblivious to her existence, I lowered myself on Ace. Releasing the hold, I called both my hands before bestowing countless punches on his face.

BREAKTHROUGH DaQuan SLAMS his hand onto the ice. [DAQUAN] Ark! Look at me! Arkcadis's eyes LOCK onto DaQuan. The glow in his chest FLARES. [ARKCADIS] (soft, then thunderous) I am not alone. TIME SHATTERS. The suspended ice SHATTERS simultaneously. Arkcadis RIPS FREE, wings tearing through the slowed space. AERIAL COMBAT Arkcadis ROCKETS upward, grabbing Shinjuku mid-air. [SHINJUKU]

“I’ll end you for your treachery!” “Get away from him, Kay!” Conor yelled from the sidelines. “Rock wall!” I shouted reaching my right hand into the air as a curtain of rocks shot up from the ground to block Aaron’s attack. I felt him bounce off the wall. “I don’t need robes to fight you! I’ll kick your ass for burning them and insulting me!” “I want to see you try! Critical Over!” He shouted as I said “Overpower!” We punched through the wall at the same time. Our fists collided sending a shock wave out as our boosted magic clashed hard. I focused a second on the barriers behind me to make sure they were holding.

Aaron yelled, zeroing in on her. Troy took the stairs up to the level Keira was on two at a time, with James following closely behind. He would just have to shut Keira down with his hands. But then he saw her and Troy's heart stopped. Keira was so fixated on trading shots with Aaron that she didn't notice Aria coming up behind her. “Hi, Keira. Bye, Keira,” said Aria, knocking her out with the back of her gun. “That one’s mine,” Troy said to James, as he traded glares across the room with Aria.

By the barrier, the supervisor already raised a hand to formalize the stoppage. “The bout is stopped by the referee—technical knockout at two fifty-two of round one,” the announcer declared, and “Winner: Kai Mercer” bounced off the speakers like metal on rubber flooring—not clanging, just landing solid. Kai stayed in the neutral corner, chest still fast but steady. When he looked back, Aria stood under the ropes again, her gaze no longer questioning, just acknowledging: You came back. Kai nodded: Back.

He barely had time to react when Jered launched his right plated knee at the faceplate of the Protectorate. Keron was sent flying away. He bounced twice on the pavement and crashed with a loud noise. From afar, he saw Vieron get lifted up by his neck. Aran fired at the back of the deity but it only irritated Jered, evidenced by the snarl in his face. Jered threw Vieron at the direction of Aran, sending them towards a stack of crates outside of some mini grocery store. Razion was already up and engaged Jered in a fist fight.

I went into an empty room which seemed to be a resting area for the trainers. I played with my hands while sitting on the ground of the room. A couple of minutes had passed and I was curious about how Ace was doing. I hesitantly decided to go back in. I watched from a distance as Ace finally swung at the kid, knocking him out. I let out a breath of relief. I didn't see much of the match but I could see that Ace was confused while looking around the room.

Draven refused to yield, and neither did Ace. As the fight continued, I could easily tell that Ace was merely teasing Draven. The calculated way he moved told me that if he truly wanted to end this match, he could have defeated his brother instantly. My suspicions were completely confirmed when I caught sight of Ronan, Ace’s right-hand man, quietly slipping into the arena notice-free. With a final, devastating blow, Ace struck Draven, knocking him completely unconscious onto the dirt. The referee stepped forward, declaring Ace the undisputed winner.