Portgas D Ace Death Novels & Stories

My heart raced as I tried to process the gravity of the situation, the weight of Ace’s anguish palpable even from afar. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid we've lost her; we did everything we could," the doctor said, the words hanging heavy in the air. As I watched Ace, my heart shattered alongside him; he punched the wall in despair before sliding down to the floor, curses escaping his lips like a desperate plea. As the doctor and nurses exited the room, the stark realization hit me—I finally recognized the person Ace was mourning over, and it felt like the ground had shifted beneath my feet, uprooting everything I thought I understood. "That's me," I said, pointing to the screen, disbelief co

I throttled down the vehicle, and black smoke filled the sky as the car hit 250. I could feel all my team's eyes staring at me. it was obvious they were frightened of the car plummeting due to the speed I was moving. but I care less. I am used to it already. I have been to the dead land many times, and the angel reimbursed me, telling me that I am yet to accomplish my mission. The car was now moving at 360km/hr. Looking through the side mirror, I was able to see the soldier's automobile and bike from afar, perhaps about 200 yards away.

Ace spoke so easily about the topic whereas I felt my heart squeeze in my chest, "kids were used as a way to ambush us. We knew that but it didn't make it any less painful to watch." Out of the three brothers, Ace was the last person I expected to sympathize with me. He wasn't directly putting it out there but he was telling me that I would get through this. His conclusion was derived from his experience. "My first kill was worse. There's nothing that makes me happier than squeezing a trigger but watching the damage it could do. I hated myself for all the lives I took. Mainly the women and children. My conscience always got the better of me," Ace rubbed the back of his neck and I was certain

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.

” We are going to take her in to get all this glass removed. “We will be there shortly.” Colt said as he looked back at Ace. “Jasper, need a ride to the hospital?” “Yes.” He jumped in and grabbed my hand. “Thank you for saving Alec.” Tears swelled in his eyes as the door shut and we started driving. I just felt numb. Ace lost his life and Alecs was barely hanging on. All because they wanted me. The EMTs started a line and put in a dose of antibiotics. They checked my head to make sure it wasn’t too terrible looking. “That looks okay.”

He couldn’t help asking. Ace didn’t hesitate, and it felt like he had expected his question. “Honestly, curiosity. Sometimes, I feel bored, and other times, I practice strengthening myself. I almost died three years ago while trying to portal the army through, and I knew I had to increase my strength. That has helped me greatly.” Ace stopped walking and waved his hands around, and a small portal opened. He stretched it further, and the portal grew wide. “What did you find then? You must have found something in those kingdoms.”

“Most of our men are finished. Lance—Adrian—they’re tearing us apart. They’re already on the third floor. It won’t take long.” Wade’s head tilts slightly. His calm unnerves everyone. “And Ace?” Black lowers his eyes. His voice is quieter this time, heavy. “Dead. Shot by Lance. But… not before he hit him in the shoulder.” Adrianna gasps. The sound rips from her throat before she can stop it. She’s still bound, slumped against the chair, her body aching with every movement, but her mind latches onto those words like a knife to the chest. “Lance…?” Her whisper is so raw it breaks. Her tears come fast, streaking her dirt-stained cheeks. “No—no, please, God—”

My guilt washing all over me. "I'm so sorry, Aston! I'm sorry for putting that on you!" He held my lower back, patting me softly, wordlessly. "Well, isn't that sweet?" Ace teased mockingly. I wanted to lunge over the desk and stab him with the knife on the table. "Can we leave now? I did what you asked! You can confirm it right? The news has spread. I have pictures of his dead body!" "No need to over perform. My sources have confirmed Mason is, indeed, dead!"

He didn’t wait for a response he just hurriedly walked to their room. Pushing the doors open, Erica stood over Runa’s paralyzed body as she placed something over her. “Call your pack, they’ll be here any moment.” She warned to a confused Ace. “I finally know who this is.” Ace blinked before setting the children down, “Who are they Erica??” He asked to which she smirked. “You’re not gonna like it but it’s my dead daughter. Also your dead mate.” Those words left him silent. What was he going to do now?

I said quietly grabbing his hand that stayed by his sides. We made our way to the center of the cemetery, where four graves lay freshly dug, each marked with a simple wooden cross. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint perfume of flowers laid by grieving families. Ace's grip on my hand tightened as we approached, a silent testament to the weight of his emotions. As the pastor began the solemn eulogy, I glanced at Ace. His face was a mask of composure, but I could see the turmoil in his eyes. He blamed himself for the deaths, even though it wasn’t his fault. I squeezed his hand, hoping to offer some comfort.