Clary And Jace Novels & Stories

Vera leaned against the railing, Raven speaking in low tones, and she laughed softly at something he said. Something had changed between them. I could feel it, and I finally made my decision. That day, I was the last one in the hall that evening. I finished transcribing the survey records, stacked the scrolls, set down my pen. On impulse, I checked Vera's feed. A photo from the south. Night banquet. Raven held his cup over hers, letting a single drop of his blood fall into her glass. A gesture of the highest recognition a clan lord could offer, a gift of his own essence.

"Run, Aria! Don't let him get to the Heart Seal!" The ancient voice faded, but it's warning still echoed throughout the entire Sky Kingdom. The battlefield fell quiet. Even the Nightwings stopped circling. Alaric gazed at the Sky Temple, disbelief replacing the confidence that had filled his face only moments before. "No... That's not possible." His voice was barely above a whisper. Cassian turned quickly toward him. "You know that voice." Alaric said nothing, though h's jaw tightened. I moved forward, tightening my grip around the Moon Trident.

Every “this is better for you.” All a lie. A big fat lie. My fingers curl slightly against the polished table, the cool surface biting faintly into my skin, nails pressing in just enough to feel something real. Not grief, not anymore. What I feel is... vengeance. A vengeance so deep, it dragged me back from death. Again, a surprise. “Clara,” Alaric says, glancing between us. “This is Emma.” The sidechick. I turn to her fully, tilting my head just slightly.

I said inwardly, “I, Clary, accept the outcome of my own choice. “Goodbye, Alpha James. “Our love and our future end here. “From now on, we’ll never see each other again.”

"One day I found her in an argument with him and she was crying. That's when I confronted her. Bitch ignored me and when I insisted, she threatened to leave and out of desperation, I marked her and immediately completed the mate bond. That was when Jace was conceived" Does this mean maybe he was his lover? or husband like the document says? I can't ask him that though. The man is already hurting. "Clara Jacobs, Do you know her?" my mate is the one to ask and I quickly move closer and take his hand. He is upset too. If Liam could notice it, I can't imagine his feelings right now. "This dude used to address her by Clara and she told me it was her nickname when she was growing up. Is there some

There were chuckles but I kept my face to the ground, avoiding their stares and struggling to keep my head together. “I'm sorry for making you all gather here on such short notice,” The Alpha started. “But the Luna ceremony is around the corner and it is only right that I introduce your future Luna to you.” There were cheers along with a few mumbles. My heart was drumming against my chest. Some part of my stupid head hoped that he would turn around and introduce me as his Luna. Yes, that was how delusional I was. “Permit me to introduce to you the Future Luna of the Gray Moon Pack, Lucy Hart…”

Jace wasn't usually the type to spend time around women—most were too much effort. But Claire? From the moment they met, she'd been different. And the more time he spent with her, the more he found himself wanting to stick around. *** By the time Finley arrived, the sky was already dark. He booked a room, plotting ways to "accidentally" run into Claire. Wandering onto the beach, he spotted fireworks bursting against the night. Claire, drawn to the display, bought some fireworks and handed them to Jace. "Wanna try?"

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.

Wyatt linked back. “Calling for backup?” Nora asked with a small smile. “Wyatt, I think I might just move him in here with us.” Jace said sarcastically. “No, I'm not into that type of relationship.” She smirked with a wink. Jace let out a long sigh shaking his head as he looked at the claw marks on her other arm. He went to the bathroom, got a damp washcloth and walked back to the bed. He began to clean her other arm.

His voice wavered as he screamed, “Get out! Both of you! You don’t belong here, not in my life, not in my home. Leave!” River’s hand was already on Mike’s arm, ready to shove him out, but Jace raised a trembling hand. “No, River. Don’t. I don’t want this to turn into more violence. I just want them gone.” Clara’s tears streamed freely now. “Jace, please...” “Leave,” Jace cut her off, his voice hollow. “If you ever loved me at all, just… leave.” For a second, Clara’s lips parted as though she wanted to argue, but Mike gripped her wrist, pulling her toward the door. He didn’t look back. Clara, however, turned one last time, her eyes full of sorrow, but she followed her husband without a word.