Blackbeard Vs Ace Novels & Stories

Their figures collided briefly before Sylvia was thrown backward once more. Her brows furrowed as she coughed up a mouthful of blood. It had been a long time since she last fared this badly in a fight. Ace was even more powerful than the generals of the enemy forces she encountered in battle along Diatoran's borders! It would be hard for her to subdue him. Now she understood how he became the chairman of the TMAA. "Hurry up and tell Caspian to show himself! I don't want to waste my time!" Ace demanded with a scornful scoff.

“I need to get that image from earlier out of my head.” Mason, bruised ego somehow bigger than his survival instinct, smirked through his pain. “You can be next if you want.” I rolled my eyes, but before I could respond, Ace stepped forward with that calm, almost bored tone that usually preceded something lethal. “You’ll be next,” he said to Mason, “if you don’t shut that disgusting mouth of yours.” Mason blinked at him. “How?” Ace tilted his head, the smirk returning—darker this time. “I’ll make you suck your own dick.”

Ace wastes no time in taking his place. He throws an arm around my shoulders and chuckles. “Let’s see how angry we can make him.” “This is a bad idea,” I whisper. “I know,” Ace chuckles, but he doesn’t remove his arm from around me. I look into Ace’s face and realize how different he is from the Alpha he serves. He is light-hearted and friendly. While Deimos is neither of those things.

I whipped my gaze back to the black Jerseys, and my breath caught when his gaze. Ace’s eyes pierced through mine, he had removed his helmet now. His head thrown back as he gulped a bottle of water. I couldn’t look away, he didn’t either. My stomach twisted, even as his gaze burned into mine, like this time, he couldn’t care less if I could see him staring or not. “Is Ace fucking Beckham looking at you?” Madison screeched, her fingers digging into my arm. My heart raced, my lips parting as I watched Ace’s adams apple with each gulp he had, the way his gloved fingers squeezed over the bottle. Imagining if my thighs replaced the bottle instead and—

I blink a few times and shake my head, before looking up at Ace. ‘He is here,’ I say, panicked. ‘Who is here?’ He asks, looking at the crowd. He is gone. ‘Red Back.’ I say. ‘He is dead. You killed him,’ he says, concerned. ‘I know what I saw Ace. I wasn’t imagining it. I saw the tattoo on his face.’ I tremble. Ace whispers to our bodyguards and they split up scouring the crowd, and Ace and I get into the limo. ‘Are you sure you saw him?’ He asks.

Ace sat on the chair, saying “Relax Jacob. I saw Kate’s cell phone there, so I decided to not leave the chance. If you want, I’ll confess it in front of her, Jacob.” Jacob sat beside him, holding his head. He said, “Another bad impression. Damn, my life.” “Oh, please don’t act like you are the greatest man on this earth. You are a douche, Jacob.” Ace laughed. “Really?” Jacob punched him. Without stopping his laugh, Ace gave a glass of alcohol to Jacob, and they both started drinking. After a few minutes of silence, Jacob asked, “So, how bad did you beat him?” “As bad as I could. In return, I too got the same. I must admit that his attempts to fight me, were damn amazing.” Ace said, while hav

I shivered, I had completely forgotten that k was still at gunpoint. Ace did not use a gun which was odd considering the men he was fighting with all had a gun but before anyone of them could even think of shooting him, he would disarm them and tear their guts in a flash. It was only after he was done taking down the men that he advanced to where we were, his eyes darkening at the gun on my temple. "Don't come any closer or I'll blow her brains!" Scar faced threatened pressing the gun even farther. His hands shook slightly out of fear. I had seen the good side of Ace but it also did not stop me from being scared of who he was at the moment.

he told them. They said nothing in response to what he said and instead ran at a different pace to attack him. Ace couldn't tell if they were humans or werewolves before they were broken into slaths, but he knew he was faster. He would use that to his advantage. He ran away from them, counting down the seconds it would take his wrist to heal up, and they chased after him. Once it healed, he stopped running and turned to them. He blasted them with the force of his magic, all twenty of them, and they died immediately.

“He almost got him. Almost.” Across from him stand two shadows made flesh—Ace and Black, his most loyal hounds. They are men without conscience, shaped into predators by Wade’s command. Ace is wiry, sharp-eyed, movements precise as a blade. Black, in contrast, is broad and heavy, with a presence that fills the room. He smirks, his lip piercing catching the dim light, his tongue flicking across it with dark amusement. “The doctor?” Ace asks, voice low. Wade leans forward, setting the glass down. His grin widens. “Yes. The fool tried to run, thinking he could disappear. But we caught him first.”

Tess Looking at Ace’s handsome face, I notice things he doesn’t reveal. His eyes were tired; he needed a haircut and clearly hadn’t worried about trimming or facial grooming. Yet, he seems to pull off the homeless look seamlessly. I want to take him into my arms, hold him tight, and take some of his stress away. He was a man who never liked to show vulnerability, and I was one of the few people who saw it.