Legendary Ace Novels & Stories

I asked. "Ace is stronger than four of them combined," she said and growled. "I'd choose them. But I don't think I can actually defeat them at all." "Let's try," I told her, and I braced myself when I saw Ace dash straight at me. He actually jumped and spun, kicking me on the head with a spinning kick. It was fast but knowing exactly where his leg was going to land, I raised both my hands and caught it. I felt my knees buckle.

Ace muttered, already leading them away. He didn't want to see Dante. Not today. Not with the way Amy looked at him like he was everything. And not while he still had the urge to challenge the man in a sparring match. Scarlet had already grounded him once for even thinking about it. And he had no intention of repeating that mistake. But something in his gut still twisted. That primal instinct that need to protect what felt like his pack. His family. The drills ended just before sunset. The pack’s driver was already waiting by the main gate. Ace took the front seat as his eyes were scanning the surroundings. The kids hopped into the back, laughing, chattering about the day.

Ace's voice broke at the end with his eyes red filled with unshed tears looking at Scarlet. "People see me as an iron man. They think of me as an insensitive boss with zero emotions. I know I present myself that way. To attain success in this business world, I need to stay commanding. But that is not the truth, Scarlet. Inwardly I am empathetic and vulnerable as all of you are. I carry the same emotions like fear, sensitivity, pain and anger like any other human being. Only thing is I do not show them out." Ace hugged her and dried his eyes, dropping his head on Scarlet's shoulder.

He knew engines like others knew the backs of their hands, could modify a car for any situation. And then there was Ace himself. Unlike his friends, he didn’t have just one specialty—he had them all. Hacking? He could do it. Strategy? He was a natural. Weapons? He knew them like the back of his hand. Fighting? He was lethal. Driving? He could pull off insane stunts that would make a Hollywood director jealous. Ace wasn’t just good at one thing. He was good at everything. And that was exactly why people feared him. But here’s the thing—no matter how skilled he was, he was still one man.

If anyone was going to make it a point of honor to find Mirrie, it was her brother. The terror had settled in Ace’s chest now, and frozen him solid. He was sure that there’d be no putting Trigger off from making sure that nothing but harm came to Mirrie and MacIntyre this time, and Ace had no more cards to play. No ace in the hole, nothing up his sleeve, no smoke-and-mirrors, no bargaining chips. No fucking moves. Game over. Game over all the way, baby. Well, actually – that wasn’t strictly true, was it? He had exactly one move. It was the only one, and as he contemplated it, he knew that it had been a long time in coming.

**Kade. Ace swirled the amber liquid in his glass, staring into its depths as if it held the answers he sought. Kade had been a part of his past, a figure who had once stood by his side during the bloodiest days of their youth. But while Ace had chosen a path that led him to power and respectability, Kade had gone another route—a route that had turned him into something else, something dark and lethal.

I said, finding a small smile creeping on my lips. "Great, so we're going to end up with two nerds in the family in the future. Him and his future wife. Let's hope the gene doesn't cancel itself out and make his children stupid," Ace grumbled, pulling into a cemented driveway that led to a white house that had the American flag flying out front. "Again, you're being mean," I chided with a glare. "I'm just kidding. The more smart people the better. We can't all be killers in the family. We need some hackers and strategists, too," Ace threw open his door and left the car while flashing me a grin.

“Stole this from a Haemir lieutenant. Supposedly cursed.” Julia snatched it. “Perfect.” She took a swig, wincing. “Tastes like regret and bad decisions.” “So, *you*,” Valerie said, pointing at Ace. “What’s next? World domination? Subtle retirement?” He didn’t look at her. His eyes stayed on me, blue and unyielding. “Depends on the queen.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t start.” “Too late,” Julia sings. “He’s got that *look*. Like a feral puppy who found a home.”

Kaylo smiled, shaking his head at my unbelievable sentence. "Ace hasn't ever helped anyone" Kaylo smirked at me. "I met Ace when I was 15. Our fathers are best friends so it only made sense for us to be best friends. He's been like this since he was 15, maybe even younger. Cold, ruthless, manipulative. If Ace helps you, he's getting something out of it. I'm warning you right now, Ace is the wrong person for anyone and everyone" Kaylo snarled almost threateningly at me.

Ace said to me while choosing a console that we would use. "Let us use the ps5," I said, and Ace grabbed the controller of the ps5 and turned on the console. "Do you mean to challenge me? Perhaps you will shout there solely for the sake of the game?" I shook my head and laughed because I laughed at Ace for what he said. "Let's pick a game," I said to Ace, and I grabbed the ps5 controller, as did he, but he turned on the vast LCD tv first. Ace first joined when I saw that the name of our game was Streets of Rage 4, and he was the one who taught me how to choose a character and fight.