Clary And Jace Siblings Novels & Stories

But as I spoke, I chose to overlook one crucial detail: as the head of the household, he couldn't be unaware of Joe and my sister's situation. "Calm down, Claire," my father said, betraying me once again. His words came with an icy command, "Joe is indeed the next Alpha I have chosen, but your sister Cathy is his fated mate. Therefore, she will become the next Luna of our pack." "You already have the inheritance your mother left you. Be sensible and stop competing with your sister about these things."

Before I could gather myself, Rosa spoke. “She’s Zara.” She said gesturing toward me. “Your sister.” The word rang in my head, sharp and disoriented. It suddenly dawned on me that the same man I had a one night with, is actually my stepbrother. It hasn’t clocked in earlier. His expression barely changed. “Step-sister.” Rosa quickly corrected herself. “Your father’s wife’s daughter.” There was silence after that, and it stretched between us. No one breaking it up with any pleasantries, I’m too stun to, but him? I can’t say the same.

Jace said confidently and I chuckled. "You think so? Isn't that too fast? It's like 4 months away. Next year maybe?" I stated as I turned to Jaclyn and her boyfriend again. I heard Jace laughing loudly beside me making me turn to him confuse. "I swear.. to you. Despite you and Jayson hate each other, you two sure share the same brain cells." I shook my head at his statement. "Don't mention his name." "We're triplets, Chels. My face is basically a copy of him." Jace said and I ignored him. I decided to go away and find my family. I'm not in the mood to deal with the Rae Triplets except Jaclyn.

So hard. Gray is staring at Jace, and I can see his jaw working. See the conflict in his eyes. This is his half-brother. His rival. Someone he's supposed to compete against for Edward's approval. But right now, he just looks human. Devastated. Lost. "She was pregnant," Jace says suddenly, and both Gray and I freeze. "Claire was pregnant. With my child." "Oh my God," I breathe.

River made way for Jace's parents to enter and Jace was shocked to see them. Their names were Clara and Mike Maddox. For a long moment, the room was so silent that Jace could hear his own heartbeat slamming in his chest. His eyes darted from his father’s hard expression to his mother’s trembling hands. It felt unreal, like a nightmare he thought he had buried years ago. Jace’s voice cracked when he finally spoke. “What… what are you doing here?”

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.

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.

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.

“She finds him more attractive than I am, isn't that so, Jenna?” My mouth open and close in shock. What nonsense is he talking about? If he also knows it's not nice to the ears to tell his friends that we are step-siblings now, why does he think we can keep dating? “Noah… as in, Noah the outcast?” Nathan’s brows furrowed. “Hm,” Jace responds casually. I blink. Do they know each other? But Noah said he didn't know Jace.

I swerved my head to the side and threw a hateful glare at her, my fist clenching in fury. “Nox. The Lycan kings. Killian and Lucian Nox?" The man's neck tilted to the side as he muttered thoughtfully. His head snapped up, and I cringed back on the chair when I saw his large, dark eyes blaze. “The Lycan kings! You are the sister of the Lycan kings!" I sensed fear and anger in his voice as he growled out. His face reddened, his fist clenched, and his teeth jammed together as he glared murderously at me.