Are Clary And Jace Really Siblings Novels & Stories

“Kick me out of the room, and I’ll know you’re being serious.” I stood in front of him, my gaze roaming over his face. He eventually lowered his gaze and shrugged an arm. “Well, that’s fine. You can stay, but I don’t want to talk to your brother.” “I’ll talk to you soon,” I mouthed to Killian. He opened the door and left furiously. Now, we were alone in the room. “I didn’t hit you because your womb is blessed with my unborn child,” Jace confessed, his eyes roaming over my face like he was searching for something. “Next time, learn to obey orders.”

Not for decades. I nodded. “He’s your dad’s eldest brother, from a different mother. An illegitimate son desperate to prove himself worthy of being an Alpha—or stealing the power outright.” This wasn’t a story. It was cold, hard fact. Christopher Gale was the kind of man who exploited weaknesses, and Jacob Wensiker—Claire’s father—had one. After years without children, Jacob finally had Claire. She was the chink in his armor, and Christopher struck without mercy. He brought the greatest Alpha of his time crashing down, taking his legacy with him.

His home was a pictorial representation of their rich history and all the things that they had stored with every passing generation. The werewolves of Belmont Falls were a proud clan who protected their own with their lives. He had run from his duty for far too long. He knew that the messenger was coming when he felt that surge of power coursed through his veins. He was the first born son of three. He had a brother and a sister. Jace was twenty eight years old now. He had not seen his family in over ten years and he wasn't sure these were the best circumstances to see them.

Tonight the air seemed to shift a little every time he entered. Hours passed. Rain tapped steadily at the windowpanes, and the lamplight turned the map on the table into a landscape of shadows. The conversation shifted between names, places, numbers. Ivy tried to focus, but the weight of the day pressed on her, along with the memory of Asher's words that morning: Damien is Jace's brother. She kept seeing Jace's face in her mind, the way he had looked before everything went wrong. Now there was Damien, hidden in the dark somewhere, and the war between them felt both inevitable and impossible to win.

So I smiled through the pain, welcomed his lovers into our pack house, and let the servants’ pitying glances wash over me like cold rain. Zara had been my only real comfort after my parents died. My rock. My sister in everything but blood. And now she was the one in the arms of my mate holding him like she belonged there. I fled down the hallway, tears blurring my vision, and burst into the kitchen. Jace, Kael’s younger brother, leaned against the counter, casually biting into a bright red apple. His sharp eyes flicked up, taking in my tear-streaked face, and a slow, knowing smirk curved his lips.

But now, he's failed him. "Is everything alright?" Jace asked. Placing the remote control down,he walked towards her. "Richard is having a cross with his dad. He just realised he has a sister and it infuriated him"Arianna explained. "What a small world" Jace mumbled under his breath. He has always seen and befriended that sister of his without realising it. It's a small world indeed. "Pardon" Arianna demanded, staring at him and ready to read his lips. Jace mumbled words that she didn't hear what he said.

One step across that gate would mean instant death. "Well, well! If it isn't Barry Lufter! I heard you became an Intermediate-grade alchemist at Harmony Clinic. Have you come to show off at our house?" A young man emerged, and Barry quickly greeted him with respect, "Mr. Jace." The newcomer was Jace Xavier. He was from the main family line and was also Nerissa's cousin. "Please, Mr. Jace, let me in. There must be some misunderstanding about my father trespassing." Jace looked down at Barry with contempt. "If there's a misunderstanding, are you suggesting we Xaviers are bullying people? Barry, you're quite bold to judge the Xaviers.

"I’ve thought about a lot during these days. I also learned about some things between you and Darya. I think when I first learned to say 'JJ,' it was probably meant to tell me that being siblings is far better than being a couple." Jace looked at her in disbelief. "Siblings?" He quietly loosened his grip on the fruit plate, his fist clenched tightly. Nancy finally looked at him seriously. "Jace, let’s not talk about the past anymore. Let’s throw everything into a corner where no one will ever find it. From now on, we are siblings. Being siblings is the best, we’ll never have to worry about separation or conflicts." Jace was stunned, his face turned ashen, his expression immediately filled wi

My stomach flipped when someone asked, “Claire, who is Jace really to you?” I froze. Every eye in the circle seemed to pin me with a silent question. After what felt like an eternity of internal debate, I finally cleared my throat. I guess it was safe to tell them considering how alike to family we are.... right? “Promise me you won’t tell anyone,” I whispered, feeling the weight of what I was about to reveal.... against Jace's wishes. They all nodded, even Shawty, whose eyes remained mostly quiet, betraying nothing. I took a deep breath. “Jace… he’s my stepbrother. And... our parents are getting married in a few months.”

Aunt Clara turned to her children and demanded. "Hello cousin Jace." They said in unionism. "Jace, you remember your baby cousins right? Charlie and Wesley." Aunt Clara pointed at them, which made the teenagers give a toothy grin at Jace. "I do now." Jace stated. "I see you are not alone." The man called uncle Owen eyed Eliana. Eliana, Jace and his uncle were still standing. Although Eliana is standing behind Jace. She could feel the awkwardness between the family. That made her move to the side to give them privacy.