Jace Norman Dead Novels & Stories

Dora, though she's yet to find her mate, now stays with her dad, happily waiting for her supposed mate. Jace committed suicide that same day; they found him hanging from the ceiling, with a confession letter stuck in his pocket. Wren was heartbroken, but it was for the better; he deserved to die for all his evil deeds. "What's taking you so long, Mom? Daddy is waiting downstairs; we will be late for the anniversary," Daniel told his mom. "I'm coming, sweetheart; go tell him I'm almost done." "Okay, Mommy, make sure you dress to kill! I invited my friends over to see how beautiful you are."

When we arrived at the house mother asked us to take her to their room at let her rest. Jason and I each poured a glass of dad’s bourbon and toasted him before plopping down. We sat in silence sipping on our drinks. What a fucked up day. Jason finally looked up from his glass. “Mia, what will we do? What will you do?” Truth was I didn’t know, but I’d have to think of something quick. No way I was going to be Alpha Austin’s Luna and watch my brother suffer. He had trained for years to be the next Beta. And all because I wouldn’t date the son of a bitch my father was now dead, my family and consequently Jason’s title of Beta was revoked, and I would be forced into a torturous arrangement.

And to my shock, the ground was covered in dead bodies. There were people of all races, faes, witches, werewolves, and vampires lying dead on the ground. My eyes went wide at the scene and I threw a concerned look at Jasper. “Yeah, first let us get you in the room, you are hurt” He spoke and we made our way through the mass of corpses lying around everywhere. Jasper had a grim look on his face as he had his hand wrapped around my waist protectively, and we entered the castle. The castle looked like an avalanche had occurred there. Everything was thrown around or tossed, broken, and destroyed.

She ran along the perimeter of the board looking for a way out and didn’t find anything, not even where she had come from. A pawn beckoned to her. He told her she had to see the game through before she could leave. Meredith sighed. “And how long will the game last?” She asked. “Until Death…” She heard the pawn say in Brayden’s voice. She blinked and a tear escaped the corner of her eye caressing her face as it traveled down. Meredith wiped it away, blinked, and when her eyes opened suddenly she was awake.

Please, Goddess. "You know there is no longer us, Jace. We died two years ago, remember?" I mutter without minding how my own words hurt me. At this moment, I can't dare look at him. I hate vulnerable Jace because he always makes me feel remorseful. "I was protecting you" he whispers in an almost breaking voice " I was being manipulated, and if I didn't do it, you were going to get hurt. I would rather have you alive than dead, Ana"

Richαrd continued‚ stαring strαight αt me‚ “thαt urn you cαlled bαd luck‚ thαt you mocked‚ thαt you wαnted thrown out of the pαck— thαt wαs Celeste.” My knees went weαk. “No‚” I sαid quickly. “Thαt’s not possible. She disαppeαred. She rαn αwαy—” “She died‚” he cut in. “And Dαrius knows.” My breαth cαme out shαky. “He… he knows whαt?”

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

~ Runa ~ It was done. I was free. “Runa?” “Hmm?” I hum back to Jaxon, watching the life exit Darnell’s eyes. He had taken his last breath; he was finally dead. The moment I had waited for, the day I had prayed, for has arrived. “We should burn him.” My voice sounds echoey, almost not like me. “It’s too wet, the fire would never catch. He needs to be buried. ” Jace responds out, just as the

He simply nodded, and that was enough. “Dr. Vance,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “It’s good to meet you in person.” I nodded in return. “Likewise, General Cole.” There was no need for pleasantries. I knew why I was here, and so did he. Without another word, he gestured for me to sit. “I’m sure you’ve seen the reports. You’ve read about the fever. The people who’ve died. The ones who’ve turned. It’s a nightmare. And we’re losing. Every day, we lose more ground to the infected.”

Naomi couldn’t help but mutter inwardly, ‘Is this really the time for that? Meanwhile, in the hospital room, Jace had just woken up and felt weak. When he opened his eyes, he felt like he was in a daze, and then a cold voice snapped him back to reality. "Don’t be confused. You’re still alive, but if you keep causing trouble, next time you’ll go straight to the morgue." Does this guy have to be so cruel? Before Jace could say anything, the man didn’t even give him a look and continued his phone call as if he didn’t exist.