One Piece Ace's Death Episode Novels & Stories

"Do you think just because we held the coronation ceremony and you became my Luna, you can do whatever you please? Let me be clear—if you don't reflect and confess, don't even think about getting out." Even now, he was still waiting for me to beg. Too bad I could no longer oblige. Leo was still holding Sophia, murmuring reassurances, when a subordinate burst through the door: "Alpha! The Luna—she... she appears to be dead!"

The pack's forensic specialist pulled on isolation gloves, crouched, and began the preliminary examination. Within minutes, they stood back up, their face ashen. "Time of death exceeds forty-eight hours. The core organs are burned out, drained completely by the mark overloading." "Mark Enhancement had been pushed to the lethal threshold. The host was already deceased before the Trials began. Every action taken after that point was the Submission Mark driving a dead body." The statement went out through every recording crystal that was still running, directly into the pack's live communication network. The "genius first-ranked warrior" that the whole pack had been celebrating minutes ago was

The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly." "The doctor suspected there might be an external toxin in her system, but she had signed a do-not-treat consent and refused further testing, so it was never confirmed." Marlene stood there, stunned. Suddenly, a memory surfaced. Jasmine had once smiled and asked her, "If I die, would you feel sad?" At the time, she thought Jasmine was being dramatic and even told her she looked fine. That it was probably just inflammation. Even then, Jasmine had been coughing up blood.

I finished my second pizza, feeling full. I opened my soda and drank the whole content before standing up and went to wash my hands. After washing them, I turned around only to be met with Ace's piercing blue eyes, staring right at me. I wiped my hands with the towel before smiling at him, "what are you doing here?" "I came to wash my hands," he replied walking towards the sink, his shoulders brushing against mine. I took a step away, giving him more space. My eyes fell on the tattoo on his wrist. I took a close look at it before my eyes slightly widened.

"I think you are building a plan where your death is acceptable because right now a part of you has decided it is. And I am not going to watch that and call it strategy or necessary sacrifice." "My father died because the Syndicate used my name," Ace said. His voice was harder now. "They killed him and they put my name on it. Every person in this city now believes I ordered that execution. The only way to correct that is to expose everything and expose it completely with undeniable proof." "Yes," I said. "And you can do that and walk out of the room if we adjust the contingencies." "I cannot guarantee that," Ace said. "Then we build the plan until you can," I said. "We do not go in until wal

I took a drink while keeping my gaze fixed on the table. "He's dead!" I exclaimed, heaving. "What?! Did you murder him yourself? "That wasn't the plan, Ace," he hissed. "I didn't kill him, he committed suicide," I grumbled. My fate was becoming increasingly uncertain. "Ace," he gulped and deftly slid the glass away. "Do you now see what your delay has caused?" He mumbled, his fangs bared, tapping his fingers in beat on the table. "I'm really sorry fa…"

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Rye hisses and before I know it I smack him across the face and feel my power surge. Ace steps forward and looks into Rye’s eyes and gets an evil smile before saying ,” Good night, ex-commander!” In a blink of an eye, Ace has gripped the man’s throat and pinned him to the wall then he laughs,”my only regret is not getting to see my father’s face as he sees the life drain from you, but I will remember it as I tell him I killed you for your crimes!” Ace sounds almost maniacal and I remember how close to insanity he was from the drugs he had been on.

With what seemed like his entire dexterity, Ace plunged his claws into Derek's neck and dug out his throat; defeating him. Derek's body stayed on the floor, unmoving. Everything around me seemed to pause as we all awaited a move from Derek, a sign to show that he was alive but it never came. As though getting the reality of what had happened at the same time, chants of victory chorused in the air; bringing an abrupt end to the war.

"So this is it, Solomon? This is the end? All our efforts will be put to waste?" Solomon looked away. "I don't understand, Miss Keira." "Is this it?" "What is it?" "We just stop and wait until Ace dies in that arena?" He looked at me with a sad look. "It will be the case, Miss Keira. Ace is bound in this place. I'm sorry, Miss Keira. But we cannot do anything. The rest is up to Ace now. He needed to do everything to survive during the match." "What if he dies? Can you still sleep at night thinking we have not done anything for him?"