Novelas y relatos de Blackbeard Vs Ace

Half shifting so that only his claws would come out, Ace slashed at the throats of those coming in his way, uncaring if they were the undead or shifters. As Ace marched deep into the millions of fighting soldiers, he saw the odd foot soldiers using spikes and battle axes. Finally, he had reached his goal and leapt into the air, ready to attack Luna Crystal who continued to stand still and stare at him. Just before his claws would have slashed across her face, however, a loud sound echoed raising a large storm of sand.

He twists his head to peer down at me, raises our hands to his mouth, and brushes his lips over my grazed knuckles. “I outrank you through the syndicate and if you want to live long enough to earn your seat at the table, I suggest you tell me where Jaxson Black is, right fucking now,” Ace demands in a murderous tone, turning to face Theo once again. He breaks contact with me, stepping forward, splitting the circle his men have created around us. “Ace,” I cry out, trying to grab hold of him, but the small gap in the circle quickly closes, and I’m trapped inside by myself.

Had Ace lost his mind? Meanwhile, Larissa remained completely calm. She wasn't familiar with the Hamilton bodyguards, and only knew Max and Scarlett. Thinking to herself, she wondered who was the better fighter between this provocative man and Max. Ace stood over six feet tall and was considered exceptionally tall. But, as Larissa stood on a ten-foot-tall platform, even if Ace was imposing, he could only look up at her. Regardless of how fierce his demeanor or how menacing his expression was, he found himself with the shorter end of the stick.

Dante gave me another one of those million-dollar smiles that should’ve been illegal and sauntered off toward his car. I was still frozen in place when Ace leaned in. “Smooth, Professor. Real smooth. You almost said your own name without choking.” My face went up in flames. “Shut up.” “Who knew he was going to invite you personally.” “He invited you,” I muttered. “And you,” he shot back. “Which means I’m your plus-one.” “Over my dead body.” We reached his car, a black Mustang that screamed playboy. Ace dangled his keys. “Need a ride?”

Soon, the three men stood together in silence, smoke curling into the night air as they anxiously waited for news. "Belle is a fighter," Park finally broke the silence after exhaling a stream of smoke. "She's not going to give up now that she has you and Neo." Ethan lowered his gaze and took another drag. "She is," he admitted quietly. "She's always been brave." His voice cracked. "But I'm still scared." He released a shaky breath. The nicotine did nothing to calm him. Fear and doubt continued to claw at his mind, threatening to consume him whole. "Belle is a mother now," Darvid said thoughtfully while flicking ash from his cigarette.

He also had a darker skin tone with the same brown eyes. Both our brothers were giants though. Tommy was six feet two inches and Ace was even taller than that. They were both muscular as well but Tommy had a lean muscle which made him quick to attack. That's how he had earned his road name, Viper. He attacked like a snake. Ace was bulky with powerful muscle. That's why the club called him Bear. Margo and I had only pet names like princess, sweetheart, baby, and love. We hated every single one of them but pretended to like them.

Blake snapped back at Ace. Ace was taller and more muscular than Blake. "Blake, I'm okay! promise" I muttered quietly as I stood next to Ace. I was praying to Jesus, hoping Blake would just turn around and walk away but he didn't. "Get out of here before you regret it, I don't give second chances" Ace warned Blake, squaring up to him. "And what if ...." Blake was interrupted by Ace's fist colliding with his jaw. I stumbled back due to Ace's sudden burst of anger. Was it sudden though?

Now, as he walked graciously onto the dirt, the sheer majesty of his form made my mouth drop open in pure awe. His fur was a striking, jet-black color, and his frame was easily twice the size of Draven’s wolf. His eyes glowed a fierce, electric blue, and cutting straight along the edge of his massive body was a single, flawless line of stark white fur. Draven’s gray wolf rushed forward in a brutal, blind charge but Ace dodged the attack with effortless grace, his massive frame shifting like a shadow. Extending his heavy claws, he brought his paw down, scratching Draven’s flank with enough force to snap the gray wolf back into his human form.

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.

Ace declared. --To be continued…