Jace Norman Dead Novels & Stories

I fight the urge to snicker out loud. “ Honour my ass! Why would a dead person seek honour? Does he think that will make him a hero in the eyes of that bastard Victor? They'll just be replaced and forgotten like the weaklings they are. The warehouse door slams open, and there he is, gun blazing, dropping one of Jace’s guys with a single shot to the shoulder. Jace and the remaining one guy start firing shots in his direction. Hera and I are quick to take action. I manage a non-fatal shot to the other goon but Jace takes cover in time.

Six hours before the draft, Marcus stopped breathing. I was in the safe house hallway when the machines screamed. Doctors burst through the doors, shouting words I didn't understand, and I pressed myself against the wall as they wheeled him past—his face pale, his silver eyes closed, the binding agent's poison still burning through his veins. Jace caught my arm before my knees gave out. "He's not going to die," he said, but his voice was rough, uncertain. "The Valcourt doctors know what they're doing."

I looked up at Jace, heart pounding hard. “It was just a friend from Uni” I muttered, trying to act normal but I was panicking inside. “I’m late for class Jace. I was gonna go.” Jace didn’t move. He just stood by the elevator, big and blocking the exit. His face went cold and his eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. “You’re not leaving today, Kale” Jace said low and calm, like it wasn’t even a question. “We need to go over the rules for your new life with me.”

The inside of the man's head was now filled with Jazlyn for no apparent reason. He should be happy that Jazlyn decided to leave after her mom's condition had completely improved and she could finally live a very normal life from now on. But, still there is a feeling stuck in the man's mind. Who doesn't seem to want to let Jazlyn go. Ace had now returned to his own reality now and looked at his father who was still busy enjoying the chicken soup. "Dad, what really happened? If you don't really die, then who is buried in the tomb?" Ace asked his dad seriously.

That's when my eyes widened at what Mr Perelman said. So, Albus and Hailey are alive? Then the only dad died? What a trick of nature! I immediately turned to the door when suddenly someone came in. The none other than Albus Wesley. The Zombie Man though he can fool everyone not until he met the woodcutter. The woodcutter saw the Zombie Man eating a white deer in the middle of the forest. My eyes widened not because I saw him again, but because I could see the black aura on him. Only now have I seen something like this. From my bed, I could see with my bared eyes the black smoke all over Albus Wesley's whole being.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Jared is too distracted by his success to notice them at first, but they don't hesitate. "Jared!" I yell. "Look out!" One of the Silver Hunters raises their hands and shoots a blast of magic at Jared. It hits the student square in the back and he crumples. He falls right next to my cage, his eyes open but unseeing. He's dead. I let out a horrified cry and slap my hand over my mouth. The Silver Hunter who cast the spell gives a wicked grin. "That's what happens when you try to escape. Maybe the rest of you will take this as a lesson."

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

Jace closed the door behind him slowly. Five minutes later, the excitement he’d come in with was gone. Ten minutes later, he was sitting very still, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it had personally betrayed him. “Phantom Wolf,” he repeated softly. “Your… partner.” “Yes,” Elena said. “Supposedly dead. Executed years ago.” “And you think he’s alive,” Jace said, lifting his gaze now. “And that he’s the one who dismantled the Harrow family.”

He came back from another one of his around the world business meetings to come and talk to me, /// "I know we don't always talk much, the first time we met, I knew exactly why you were in danger, because you are beautiful, and many people want you as theirs, when you and Alec went out and came back and were hurt, I hate seeing you get hurt, please don't leave, I bonded with you tending to your injuries, if you die, I will never be able to help you with your injuries, and we will never joke about again. Come back to us Dahlia, come back to us please" // "I want you to hear this, but the nurse said you probably wouldn't, unless you've been hearing us the whole time, which is crazy because tha