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]

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.

Maeve barked. Maeve vaulted off the platform, her fully restored shifter speed making her move like a blur across the arena floor. She intercepted Morrigan at the exit doors, sweeping her legs out from under her and pinning her stepmother face-down onto the concrete floor, snapping a pair of heavy suppression cuffs over her wrists. "That's for my knee," Maeve growled, yanking Morrigan to her feet. In the center of the arena, Archon Malakor scrambled to disengage from his heavy, unpowered exoskeletal suit. The suit's heavy chest plates hissed and unlatched, spilling the gaunt, trembling old man onto the hard stone floor.

I whisper, my voice cracking as I fall apart in front of my sons and friends. The next thing I know, a hard punch lands on my cheek, sending me sprawling to the ground in front of the family graves. I stare up in shock-Ace stands over me, his eyes ice-cold. "Is that enough to wake you up, Vitale? Want more? I'll hit you harder if I have to." Kieran pulls him back, his grip firm. "Hey! Chill out-you know he barely ever cries."

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

He carelessly pushed Selah on the floor and she fell hard. Krouen led his way to the entrance and swung the door open, only to see an unfamiliar face. "Who are you?" Confusion draws his face when he sees an arid-looking man with a box of macaroons. "My name's Archer and I live..." He pointed at his house on the other side of the road, "There." His plain gazes made Krouen even baffled, he composed himself and sighed. "What do you want?"

The rapid flow of blood gushing out of his stomach indicated only one thing. Ace hadn't wore bulletproof vest. ___________________________ Please don't mind the typical depiction of the fight, I am not good with action scenes. Next will be updated on Wednesday, keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios