Belkan War Ace Combat Novels & Stories

"You want to fight? Then come with me. He said this and waved his hand around to create a portal. He walked through, and he was outside. He saw that the slaths had begun their attack from outside because the dead bodies of a few soldiers guarding the council court were now lying on the floor. Ace counted seven before getting jumped from behind. Taken off guard, he fell to the ground, but he immediately helped himself up. "You know, I didn't think you would attack this region in Wahala because it is so far away and well protected, but I am glad you did. Now everyone will know this war is coming for us all."

My anxiety level was too high. Father and our other aircraft lowered altitude and saw the necromancer on the deck of the surface combatant warship with three barakian kriplings attacking our jets as he commanded them with hand signals. Molten anger flowed through me. I glared at the arch-enemy who hurt my baby sister. I wanted to get to him but I could not act without Dad’s permission. My blood boiled. "Alpha, we are clear of air combat." Blayne radioed over the communication channel. He dogfight with the last one and his jet flew above us as I looked up at him through the canopy.

A muffled groan vibrates from Blakes’ chest, which causes Ace to peer down at him. Towering over Blake, Ace arches a single brow. “Too loud, fucker.” He snarls in a murderous tone. “Turn around and hold on to the basin, Little Bird,” Ace orders as he turns to face me, lowering his zip, and advancing towards me. I do as I am told, watching Ace in the mirror. He removes the switchblade from his pocket, flicking his wrist to open it, and places it in his mouth, lodging it between his teeth.

At about eight in the evening, the fighter jet Aledandra, emblazoned with a fierce blizzard and a blood-red dragon, screamed into the heavens from the Lord of War's deck. Mid-flight, it joined forces with Alexander, skimming over the massive carrier formations of the Giant Whale and Wild Waves, barreling towards the heart of Umbracia. A vendetta demanded blood in return for blood! The deepest hatred, the most searing grudge, was not between two superpowers—it was personal, for her.

~Lianna Black~ Ace’s presence inside the bookstore was a bit overwhelming. Even Nana Clara took notice of Ace and instantly became fond of him. They mostly talked about World War II where Nana Clara shared how her father served in the US army. Surprisingly, Ace was respectful of the old lady and he was keen on listening to her long story. While they had tea and cookies, I got to admire how good looking Ace was.

Five of you will come with me and once I've rescued Ava, I will give you further instructions on what to do. After giving out orders, Ace and all his underlings went into his ammunition room and each got ready, taking as many weapons as they felt they would need. After putting on his bulletproof vest and loading his gun, Ace left with five of his men while Black Axe led the others to the leader of the Wild Cats' mansion. At first Black Axe and the other men had been so surprised when Ace told them to prepare for war. They knew how diplomatic he was and he never went into any fights unless it was necessary.

Gunnar clutched Ace's shoulder, "she leaves and we sort this shit out." "He's following her, too. If you think I'm just going to let her go out there you're thick in the fucking head," Ace's voice was near to a yell, his temper getting the best of him as his face flared red and the veins along his neck and up his muscle corded arms throbbed angrily. "She could be working with whoever the fuck this is," Gunnar retorted, the pitch of his voice making me flinch as he threw his hands in the air.

I crouched down, loading the AK-47 quickly. “Having a hard time keeping up, baby?” A voice said beside me. I looked up to see Ace smirking at me. His face was splattered with blood and his hands held two glocks. His arms were bent, and the handguns were raised and held by his shoulders. Any normal woman would think that this sight would be horrifying, disgusting even. But in my fucked up, adrenaline filled mind, seeing him in action was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I didn’t have time to admire the view, because my attention was diverted to three men coming up behind Ace. I got on my knees and bent down, so I was in between his legs, and shot the three men effortlessly.

I warn back. “Only one allowed to kill me is you, Ma Reine,” he coos as Ace winks. Ace and Zara quickly nuzzle each other, the electricity from the contact giving us a boost of adrenaline. Ace then jumps into the fight with everyone else; it really is a warzone out here. “You have to admit, he can be very charming when he wants to be,” says Zara. “Fight now, compliment animai later.” We make our way over to Mykel as he pushes off the tree he’s leaning on and makes his way over to us exuding arrogance from every pore in his body.

And after a quick smile I let him tug me to the field. “Farah, I’d like you to meet Ace, our head Epsilon warrior and trainer.” My eyes trailed up a chest of scars. Some burns, others giant slices and jagged lines. Like a canvas of pain. But he stood straight and proud showing off the proof that he was indeed the head warrior. His hair was a short blonde and his blue eyes rather vacant. My mouth must have shown shock. Because he simply winked. “I don;t bite sweetheart. Unless you ask.” he chuckled. I let out a nervous chuckle. “Nice to meet you.” I reached my hand out. The giant before me took my hand in his rough calloused one and brought it to his lips.