Jace Burgess Novels & Stories

"Jace!" But Jace was already moving. The Aegis flared gold in his eyes—controlled, precise, a shield not a weapon. The agent lunged. Jace caught his wrist, and the syringe clattered to the stage. Security swarmed. The agent was dragged away, his silver eyes wild with fury. The crowd was screaming, but Jace stood unmoved. He raised the microphone. "You wanted to know what I am. I'm a hockey player. I'm a Kingston. I carry something ancient in my blood, but it doesn't control me. I control it." He looked at me. "With help."

Bellamy said, his voice rising as his anger flickered dangerously. “Dad, please, I can’t stay here anymore. I feel suffocated; everyone’s staring,” she said softly. “Just a little longer, he—” Edward began, but the words died on his lips as the doors suddenly swung open. Jace entered, causing the entire congregation to pause mid-breath. He was impeccably dressed in a black tuxedo with a crisp white tie, his dark hair tousled, sunglasses shielding his eyes, as though he had raced to arrive here straight from chaos.

And there, in the middle of it all, was Jace. He looked like he'd just walked out of a disaster movie—soot all over, ash smudged into his clothes. He was moving non-stop, coordinating, talking to staff, looking totally... normal? Wait. Normal? This wasn't the Jace I knew—the one who screamed "rich boy energy" with his arrogant smirks and designer everything. This guy? He was all in, like he actually cared about something bigger than himself. It was so out of character, I had to blink twice to believe it.

While we eat, Jace, Alex, and Jackson open more, and I get to see more of their personalities. Jace takes his role very seriously. He seems to be just a serious person in general. However, he has a dry and almost robotic humor, which had me cracking up a few times. Jackson is very animated, has a boisterous personality, and loves cracking jokes. Alex is laid back and down-to-Earth. He has an adorable and kind personality.

Mum answered leaving no room for further discussions, she was just as angry as I was at him and it served him right, "Paige?" he called out uncertainty evident in his voice, "I am fine too" I replied sharply without bothering to even spare him a glance, "Okay," he said lowering his head. ~~~~~~~~ "What if we are too late" I voiced my thoughts to Mum, "Don't think like that my child, he would be okay" she tried to say but the fear in her voice was still evident, "I hope so" I replied trying to sound convinced. "Welcome," Jace said as we walked into the apartment he prepared, according to him this is not his first time in this country so he got an apartment here for business purposes instead o

-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.

Mind & Heart by Tristan Barton plays softly, the melancholy melody filling the car. I lift my hand, gently placing a finger under Jace’s chin, guiding his face toward me. His eyes, once brimming with confidence and arrogance, are now sunken and haunted. In this moment, he’s not the Jace Adkins I know—the bold, self-assured man—but a lost little boy, burdened by the pain of visiting the graves of parents who were stolen from him.

"Mind if I look? I promise I don't bite. Well, unless you're a rogue trying to breach the western ridge, but he looks a little small for tactical espionage. By the way, I’m Jace, the Beta." A small, reluctant breath of a laugh escaped my nose. "He’s just sleeping. Jace, I’m Inzinga" Jace leaned over, peering down at Marrow. "I know,” he responded casually. “Man, he’s tiny. No offense, but he looks like a very loud potato." "He is a very loud potato. Especially at three in the morning." "I can imagine." Jace looked back up at me, his smile tilting more genuine.

“I swear, I need a weekend away or I’m going to scream. Luckily, Jace is taking me up to his cabin tomorrow.” Ryleigh blinked, the name unfamiliar. “Jace?” Natalia sat up, suddenly sheepish. “Oh. Right. I never told you. Jace Marlow. He’s one of the border warriors. You’ve probably seen him—tall, built like a tank, usually glaring at something.” Ryleigh’s lips curled. “Sounds charming.” “He is,” Natalia said with a small smile. “Well, once you get past the whole ‘I will kill you if you breathe too close to my mate’ vibe.”

I get upset over just a few words, or even over the thought of losing him. I think it’s a good idea to try to get my mind off of all of that for now. I get dressed in a plain tshirt and jeans, and open my bedroom door. I swing it open and immediately run into a rock hard wall. I look up to see a werewolf there who I haven’t met yet. He’s a young African American gentleman, with a wide and muscular build. “Good morning, Luna" he greets. “I’ve been assigned to your guard detail for the day. The name’s Jace.”