Arcee X Knockout Novels & Stories

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."

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

“We’ll get you to the hospital. You’ll be okay, I promise.” “You bastard! You really think you can win this fight? Go to hell!” Aric growled, his face contorted with rage. In a blur movement, he took down each of Axel’s men with speed and precision that I barely saw it happening. He was skilled, and mom was right when she said I didn’t know who he was. One by one, they collapsed to the floor, dead, leaving only Axel. Aric turned to him, his eyes dark with rags. Without hesitation, he aimed his gun and shot Axel in his already crippled legs. Once, twice, again and again, until the floor was filled with his blood.

“You will see me again, and we will be together.” BANG! “No, you won't,” Ace shot him in the crotch. “But you will see me in hell.” BANG! Ace fired the 6th bullet, it went straight through his forehead. Harrison Mobley's lifeless body fell to the floor with a loud SLAM.

The problem was this duel was a fight to death and endurance was going to be a key factor towards success. Ara picked himself up in time to block a diving kick with his hands, he also blocked a second and third kicks to his ears. Swiftly he took an acrobatic back heel kick and slammed his heel into the left ear of his opponent. The side of The Drifter’s skull was slammed against one of the tombstones creating a deep cut in his scalp as he rolled on the floor. The Drifter recovered in no time like his head had just slammed into jelly and he swiped his blade ferociously at Ara catching him in the abdomen and creating a bloody incision on his stomach. Ara pulled away clutching his stomach in pa

“RUN!” She bolted toward the hallway— But stopped when she heard the Hunter’s voice. A mechanical whisper through the mask: “Target acquired.” Aarin roared. Not a human roar. A sound that shook the air. He launched himself at the Hunter, slamming him into the ground. “DON’T. TOUCH. HER.” She stumbled backward in horror, her pulse exploding. “Aarin—” she whispered. Aarin didn’t hear. He kept punching. And punching. And punching— Until the Hunter’s mask cracked and blood splattered across the floor.

Cherie says, in a small voice and Uncle Kon quirks up an eyebrow. “You’re a timid little thing, but there’s Beta blood in you; I can tell,” he says. “Are you a warrior?” “She’s an MMA fighter and knocked me the fuck out when we met,” I say. Uncle Kon blinks at this, then he looks at me and back at Cherie before bursting out with laughter. Yeah, normal guys would be embarrassed for getting KO’d like I did at the hand of this little mouse. But not me; I’m proud as fuck that she held her own and knocked me out while Haze was in control.

Meanwhile, Caspian remained standing with one arm behind his back, looking like the undisputed winner. "How could this be? Even Mr. Garland can't defeat him?" Hector exclaimed. He was thunderstruck. If he had not witnessed the fight, he would never have believed that this was the outcome. "Mr. Garland!" Hector shouted as he rushed over to Ace. The others from the TMAA also crowded in to check on Ace's injuries. Ace was lying in a crater on the ground, his body littered with wounds. His blood had soaked through his clothes. He couldn't contain his emotions. How could he have lost the fight—and in such devastating fashion?