Fire Fist Ace Romane & Geschichten

Then, he stretched out his hand into the void and called forth the first fire of humanity. Oliver grit his teeth together, grunting with exertion, as the primeval fire was slow to bend to his will. He gathered up his reserves and focused all of his strength on the energy dancing in front of him. You will obey me! He shouted from within. Agonizingly slow, the fire began to tilt towards his hand. The moment the first flames reached across the darkness and touched his fingertips, an overwhelming surge of energy raced through his body like a shot of adrenaline straight to his heart.

Ace was sloppy and if one person survived or that purple goop was taken as a sample by anyone it could get in the wrong hands, again. "He had trucks loaded with barrels of gas delivered by Russians. Paid the field workers to hook the barrels to the water lines then lit the fields on fire. Right before it reached the house he chained Fernando to the wall and lit him on fire too. I think Ace might have an arson problem." He gave me a small smile as he leaned against the cabinet. "Yeah, just small problem. That boy loves watching everything burn." I let out a long breath. "That doesn't explain why he shot you. Did he aim to kill you?"

Nora yelled as she kept shaking Reggie vigorously. Alice searched her backpack frantically for her phone. She found it and grabbed it immediately. "H..hello, there has been an accident on lane 404 not far from Midnight star diner. Please you have to hurry, they're just teenagers," Alice said, her voice cracking. "Let's make sure they don't stop breathing," Alice said. Nora's phone started ringing. She brought it out. "It's my dad," she said. "Answer the phone, tell him of the situation here and that we need help," Alice said.

**Lisa's point of view:** Ace’s men led us to another convoy of SUVs waiting outside. The tension in the air was palpable, but knowing Ace was with us brought a sense of calm. Mia, still weak but more hopeful, held my hand tightly as we climbed into the back seat of the lead car. Ace sat beside me, his presence a reassuring anchor. As we drove through the winding roads, Ace filled me in on what had happened during his trip. He had been tracking The Jackal for weeks, only to find that the elusive criminal had orchestrated this attack on our home as a diversion. Ace’s anger was evident, but so was his determination.

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

He loved the fire this scar burn higher whenever his finger touched it, he adored the fact the venom that touch his veins at each stroke of his fingers, and he definitely preferred the power it surged in him to fasten the pace of his revenge and make everyone pay for destroying the once innocent boy in him, who would never come back. Ace wasn't avenging himself, he was icing down the fire his young self had been burning for years, the man he was right now didn't care going all to such limits only to punish the assholes of his past but his young self deserved the redemption, that innocent boy deserved to get revenge on all the bastards that had used him, ruined him and wronged him in every wa

"It's about control. You don't care who gets to hold the torch, as long as you win. Even Astrid is nothing to you. Ace's smile fades, replaced by a sad expression. "Astrid knows where her truth lies. Don't you think so?” He turns to her now, his voice sweet, manipulative. Astrid pauses, her eyes fixed on us. Before he could answer, the sound of a machine could be heard in the distance. My copy. I didn't come here unprepared, Ace learned that. "You need to stay hidden, Ace," I said with a smile on my face. In the next moment, chaos began. A flash of light, a deafening explosion, and gunfire echoed through the warehouse. I hid behind a pile of cardboard and took my weapon from its hidden sprea

Before I could complete my words, Zac ran his dagger through Fist's stomach and twisted it, letting the silver make more and more contact with his inner skin. "Arrrgh!" Fist shouted out in pain as he held the sword impaled into him. "NOO!!!" I screamed. I was about to rush to help him when he turned to me with a smile and brought out something from within his shirt. It was a bomb detonator. He was going to blow himself up. "Fist," I muttered as I made to go towards him, but before I could take a step, he pressed the button on the detonator, and a loud flash of light blinded me as some strong force pushed me to the ground, causing me to black out.

I picked up and held the rusty landline to my ear. “Does it work?” Ace asked as he looked at me over his shoulder as his large hands fumbled with the small flint. “Dead, most likely from the storm. We’ll have to wait for it to pass.” I sighed. After a few minutes of Ace struggling and cursing, the spark caught, and soon enough the fire started burning. The scorching fire barely lit the room, and darkness still prevailed. I quickly grabbed the candles and started lighting them two at a time.