Kamen Rider Blade: Missing Ace Novels & Stories

As I walked by, I found myself dragged into a headlock and a set of knuckles rubbed against the top of my scalp. "I knew you'd come around," Ace, one of the prospects, cited, blowing his blond, jaw-length hair out of his face, his blue eyes dancing with glee. He was a year older than me, having joined the club to follow in his father's footsteps. The guy standing next to him was called Blade: dark-haired, silver eyes, and deadly with a knife. Hence the name. "Let him be," Jenna berated them, casting them a humored scowl.

Didn't I read something that said if you're in love with someone you tend to cop- I pushed the thought out of my mind , refusing to deal with my feelings at the moment . He opened his eyes . "You're knifes are shit" I threw it gently at him . He caught it and examined it . "They're fine" he squinted his eyes to focus on the edge of the blade to see if anything was damaged . "They're not equally balanced" I retorted ; Ace just gave me a confused stare . "They're only training blades" Ace chucked the blade to the side . I shot him an unimpressed look . He raised his eyebrows at me questioning why he was getting stared at . "They're training blades , you're giving your newbies unbalanced traini

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

Mama Eve’s tone was sad but relieved at the same time. “It’s been three years.” Ace said. He looked serious but in a calm way. We went to where Blaze's grave is. It was not just an ordinary grave, it was a tombstone house. I saw her picture that is framed from the wall. Blaze looked exactly like Mama Eve. Ace and Blaze both got their eyes from Mama Eve. She’s beautiful, she also looks kind. If we were the same age, I guess she died at 15. “She committed suicide.” Ace blurted out. I was shocked by that information. I know she died, but never how she died. That’s upsetting.

Do you have other enemies? ‘None so far except Malik’s father who was furious after knowing Zoe and I had a relationship back then. But he never ordered someone to kill me.’ ‘How sure are you about that, Lennox?’ ‘Not so sure anymore since Zoe was no longer there at their pack.’ 'See? I was right. Whoever was out there was not looking for me, but either the two of you.' Ace suddenly put himself between me and Lennox. The metallic smell of blood hit my senses and made me sick. There was blood on Ace's shirt and his mother would throw a fit if she saw it.

I wanted to right his wrongs. But maybe that wasn't my job. He had to right his own wrongs. I couldn't be expected to do that. The sound of the front door opening had my head snapping up. Ace stumbled in while raking a hand through his hair. He had had a haircut, leaving only chocolate locks remaining — making him look all the more similar to his elder brother. Those hazel eyes of his were dark, murky even, hooded.

Vincent interrupted. "Really? He's flirting with you?" Ashley immediately asked me. ""Ashley!" Ace scolded him. Ace looked at me. "I'm sorry, he just doesn't really know what he's saying." I hugged him. And a moment later Aikee spoke again. "You're unfair to me. You said you would answer my question when I wanted to know something?" he asked. Ace stood up. Even I was already filled with curiosity. "The one with the blonde hair earlier, that's Blake," he began. "Blake Dela Cruz."

None of them were Celeste Valentina Morau. I should’ve known better. Celeste was the face of the Accords—liaison to the human government, administrator over Storm Academy in Utah, basically a superhero who’d traded fangs for diplomatic immunity. She didn’t run BludHeaven. She oversaw it from a distance. Which meant someone else had pulled my file, read my pathetic application, and decided I was worth the paperwork. The cowgirl spoke first. Voice like bourbon and smoke. “Well, damn. You’re even smaller than the picture.”

Now I was fighting blind, it would take less than a minute for my eyes to heal and I'm sure that is all Ymir really needs to stick the blade of Agon in me. I felt a blade cut through my shoulder as I kept on running. ‘That wasn't the blade of Agon.' Ace snarled. I kept on running, using my senses to evade all the blades flying at me, dodging all of them. Just a little while before my sight would be back. 10… 8… 7. I sensed a blade coming for my heart, I could sense the strong cursed magic flowing in this one. I immediately caught it, feeling the dark energy in the blade.

*ALEX* I felt like a cold bucket was poured over my head, and thousands of arrows pierced my heart at the same time. I don't know which hurt the most, losing my parents or losing Lauren. "Bro, what happened? Are you okay? You looked pale." Brother Frank noticed the agony on my face. "Sister Lyn just told me that Lauren was also missing." I revealed to them the sorrow behind the gutted expression on my face. My brother's eyes widened in shock. "WHAAAT? How did it happen? Did the enemy attack the old mansion and kidnap your mate as well?" he asked.