Jace Norman Dead Novels & Stories

Time fled that night like a curious bird. Jace never wanted Xavier to die because he wanted him to suffer, but what about my suffering? People began yelling and shouting. I went numb for another minute, and then I ran downstairs. I ran, leaving Maddox behind. I can’t even think straight. He was running after me, crying and yelling. I ran on the road, pushing people aside. I could no longer hear the murmuring or sirens. It was my heart beating in my ears. I dropped to my knees, my eyes pouring with tears. Jace was lying with his face upward, dead and cold. I slowly touched Xavier, who was lying down on the road on his stomach after getting tangled in the cloth canopies. Blood had started to w

Zomb reached out a hand to her, and when Nova gave it, she gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Zomb...I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I didn't mean for you...I didn't..." none of the words I'm saying are what I want to say, and Zomb gives out a small laugh. "Jonathan, I died the minute I escaped from Sunville. Now I'm just doing it physically." she replied, her movements slowing. I could feel my stomach tighten with dread, and I held her a little closer. She was starting to feel cold, and I panicked a bit.

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

His real name, Ace Willow, came to light to everyone's shock, and he was in fact not from the States but from a remote village in London. Through the orchestrated accident alongside the road which was a blindspot, the real Jace was killed and secretly buried, while the fake Jace took his position at the accident scene with a few added sets to make the show complete. The car caught fire and blew up right on the spot, but the fake Jace was already miles away from it while pretending to struggle for life, after injecting some kind of drug into his bloodstream to activate his hormones.

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

He said as Flynn held the clothes. "Wait, I don't understand. Why would I be targeted . And who wants me dead? I want myself dead and why are you two trying so god damn hard to save my life. I don't even know you two and yet you treat me like some prized possession. Also how do I know that you two are not just playing a prank on me and wants to kill me instead.” Flynn ran his out squinting at the both men. Funny he hasn’t know the man in front of him is Jace Norman. Though Flynn has never been the one into the world deeply, rather he loves getting involved in mission and cop-related thingies.

"You know what's funny?" He frowned. I looked directly into his eyes. "I would've died for you again." Something flickered across his face. Regret. Surprise. Maybe guilt. But it was too late. "I know," he said quietly. Of course he knew. That was the tragedy. He had always known. And he had never cared. Darkness swallowed the room. The pain disappeared. I knew I was dying. I looked at Damian one final time. If there was another life... Another chance...

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.

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.

He was crying but finally looking at her. "What happened Damien?" He didnt say anything but he cried more. Silently. She didn't even think he was breathing. It was as if he was trying to hold his breath to hold in his tears. "Oh you found- what the fuck?" Jonathan gasped in shock. Ashleigh looked at Jonathan, "Please, make all this disappear?" "Sure." Ashleigh watched Damien stare at the floor as Jonathan got rid of the pills and the blade and all of their companions. When Jonathan left to put away the stuff she spoke.