Clary Jace Novels & Stories

I snatch it away. "What was that?" I questions. "Was that...That wasn't Grayson was it?" Jasper, glancing around, assesses the shadows sliding in between the trees, as the sun finally sets. His ring glints in the rising moonlight. Commander of the Night. "Be quiet." He snaps. I fold my arms, forcing his hand to fall back to his side. "I'm not doing anything until you tell me what's going on. Do you know how isolating it-"

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.

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

“Please, tell me the truth. Everything, i need to know about me.” Her hands pause for a second before resuming. She swallows, then meets my eyes in the mirror, hesitation flickering across her face. After a long breath, she speaks. “Well, you are Clary Huston,” she says quietly. “Daughter of one of the most respected werewolf families in Athens. Your parents hold influence, power. They protect humans without anyone ever realizing it, without knowing who or what keeps the balance.” The information feels new to me. “Then why did I poison myself?” I ask, my chest tightening.

"She is in the Lycan Kingdom by now." Jackson stood in the doorway and said nothing. "She looked good," Clara said quietly. "Before the fall. She looked — settled. Happy." "I know," he said. He did know. He had seen it from the moment she stepped out of the car in that field, dressed for a workday, irritated rather than frightened, arguing her own case with the calm of someone who had nothing to be afraid of. He had seen it and told himself it was a performance. It had not been a performance.

I moved forward, tightening my grip around the Moon Trident. "Who is she?" His crimson eyes met mine. "I assumed she had died." The response sent a chill down my spine. "You know her." "I knew her." His eyes turned toward the towering temple. "She was the first High Priestess of the Sky Temple." Cassian inhaled sharply. "Priestess Elyra... She disappeared before the First Betrayal." "She didn't disappear," Alaric answered bitterly. "She was imprisoned." The ground shook violently. From the temple came another pulse of darkness, and several cracks ran across the marble steps.

I added. "Even if she is doing anything much, her presence in the pack is already doing wonders," Jake said and I turned to him with a confused frown. "What do you mean by that?" I asked him. "I'm sorry that I couldn't submit this information to you before the start of the meeting but I have already collected data from the various parts of town about the people that fell to the curse during this short period that the Lycan princess has been in town." "And?" I prompted.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi