Jace Hotd Novels & Stories

The only sound was the faint hum of the neon Cobra sign flickering behind the bar. Then, slowly, he lowered the phone. His knuckles turned white. “Get everyone ready,” he said quietly. “What— what for?” one of the younger members asked timidly. Jace turned, his expression unreadable — but his eyes burned with fury. “For war,” he said, voice sharp as steel. “If Ryder Bishop wants to play god, we’ll remind him what hell looks like.” He looked over at Milo, who still hadn’t moved from where he’d been shoved.

"You have this... quiet energy about you. It’s captivating. I’d love to show you the jet skis once we anchor. The water is crystal clear in the cove—the perfect place to get lost for an hour." Across the deck, Mateo stood with Diego, but his mind was a storm of dark, suffocating possessiveness. Every laugh from Julian, every shy smile Ariana gave in return, felt like a serrated blade drawing across his skin. He wasn't just jealous; he was experiencing a primal, territorial rage that made his blood feel like liquid lead. He wanted to walk over, wrap his hand around Julian’s throat, and remind him that every inch of the girl he was flirting with belonged to him. Diego noticed the shift. He fol

Takoda closed his eyes briefly, letting out a silent, long-suffering prayer for strength to whatever ancient primal gods watched over his bloodline. Jace looked incredibly pleased with his parting shot, turning on his leather heel and starting to walk back toward his muddy, oversized truck. Halfway across the gravel clearing, he looked over his broad shoulder, raising a hand in a mock salute. "See you both at Winter Lights," he shouted before climbing into the high cab and slamming the heavy door shut.

His arms were still wrapped around me like he could not let go yet. The storm was still raging outside. Inside the room the only sound was our ragged breathing and the quiet drip of his cum running down my leg. Jace finally stepped back. I turned around on shaky legs. His eyes met mine in the dark. There was no regret in them. Only heat. And something darker. Something that looked a lot like possession. “This changes nothing,” he said quietly. “You are still a pain in my ass. And I am still going to act like I hate you in front of everyone.”

Remy Jacek was waiting for me in the south hall, arms folded and one shoulder against the stone like he’d been born leaning on that wall. Todd came up from the kitchen with a coffee in each hand and the resigned look of a man who’d been volunteered for something before hearing the job description. “Afternoon, Alpha,” Jacek said. “You look like a man who slept and didn’t hate it.” “I slept,” I admitted. Pierce stretched once under my skin, pleased and possessive and—for once—quiet. “On a couch, next to the right person. Didn’t hate a minute.”

And what a horrible end I met. My heart bangs one last rib splitting time sending a lightning bolt of pain through my body effectively ending my tortured life. Last thought…................................. ..........................................................Goodbye Jace…................. . . . 📀Disk 2 Sub Theme : A New Vamp Emerges . . Marcos Pov

"Wait a minute. Isn't that The Cup? The one the Cajun Rage won this year?" She swallowed. "I, uh, guess so." His eyebrows rose nearly to his hairline. "You guess so? Liz, if you know someone who plays for the Rage you'd better get me his autograph. I am a huge fan." She cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?" "Yeah. I lived in New Orleans when they got the franchise so I have a special feeling for the Rage." He looked at the piece of metal statuary again and snapped his fingers. "Wait. Matt Vorchak plays for the Rage, right?"

Jace’s POV: I’m officially in my second year of high school and I love it I made JV on the football team for QB and starting pitcher for my school oh and I did get my license so did Jacey no more chauffeur for us it’s a good thing though Jacey got her G-Wagon and I got my Lambo. We’ve been driving ever since I’m on my way to pick upAmber for school though after the night we had at the hotel I would blame her for staying home and having an ice bath I don’t mean to brag but I’m ten and a half inches Half cocked so fully loaded almost twelve and she takes it all like a champ, my champ! I still will kill any fucker who dears to touch what’s mine!

“So close minded. I do not belong to any pack. I belong to nobody. I know it’s hard for you to understand but we are more than packs and compounds and Alpha.” He said Alpha with a lot of hate and disgust in his voice. Dave crouches down till he is eye level with jace before saying; “Young man, you could save us all -including yourself- a lot of time and pain if you just tell us what exactly you are doing here” Jace spits on the ground as if to say never. He looked young and inexperienced. He probably also lost a lot of fights. But something in his eyes told me he would be hard to break. I think Dave saw it too.

I am not going to attach my feelings to any hunter now. I got up and stormed out of his room to my room. I can't keep my cool now. "Why does he always say the things that hurt me the most? I thought that after so many years, he would have changed, but no, he is still the same douchebag that knows nothing but to hurt me mentally, emotionally, and physically." When his words rang in my ears again, a few tears slipped from my eyes. Jace is five years older than me. He is 29, and he was one of my trainers when I was living with the hunters. His quality of observing everything led him to know about me the most, but I hate him for the same reason. He always has the exact words to hurt me.