Jace Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

Perhaps that’s why the wolves inside me were behaving like lovesick puppies. It doesn’t matter though… No matter what happens, I’ll get my revenge on everyone, starting with Lady Hurst… It took me twenty years to prepare for this. I’ll make sure that the least they could do once I’m finished is to beg for their deaths in front of me. At the end, they wouldn’t even know that I, the final Shadow heir, the lone survivor of that blasted massacre of the pack they deemed as their long-hated enemy had already entrapped them…

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

Jessica moves away from me. I move with her to the side. "Yes." I'm waiting for her to look at me like I have a communicable disease and walk away like the rest of the students but she just laughs and wraps her arms around my shoulders. "My dad will be so pissed, if it makes you any better he is a Beta. By the way, you just met Madison Darkwater nicknamed dark queen of the academy and her errand girl, Taylar Graves nicknamed Graves." Something silver catches my eyes, silver hair sways in the air, my breathing stop as a domineering MAN in capital letters takes my whole attention. "Jace." Without thinking, my legs starts moving.

The scent hit me first—pine and leather and something dark that made my wolf whimper in confusion. "Well, well," Jace's voice was low and mocking. "The orphan finally gets what she deserves." I spun around, shock and pain warring in my chest. "What?" He stood there in his black funeral suit, hands in his pockets, that cruel smile playing at his lips. But something was different about his eyes—they looked almost... hungry. "You heard me," he said, stepping closer. "Maybe now you'll finally learn your place. No daddy to protect you anymore. No family to hide behind."

A woman’s voice, gentle and raw, whispering as his newborn body burned with unnatural fire: “Ix vel’ara zha. Kai thrak’eth nex ix, ix-lir kharuun.” “I love you… be strong for me, my little warrior.” His mother’s final gift. The Shadow Queen. Her death hadn’t been for nothing. And now, after all this time, he wasn’t the only one marked by that place. Not the only one broken… or built for more. He closed the file gently, rage and clarity thrumming beneath his skin. His flame danced wilder, answering the beast inside him.

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

“We break them here, or we don’t leave this hall.” The fighting surged again, a wave of steel and fury. And in the center of it all, Eolan’s shadow rose higher than it ever had before—black and jagged against the torchlight, more beast than man. The Creed had come for him, but tonight, they would learn the price of hunting the Shadow Heir.

the Lycan king said, handing over a tablet to me. I collected the tablet slowly and scrolled down. I saw all the information about how Kessler had been searching for me seriously these last few days. "Do you still wish to go home?" The Lycan king asked, not taking his eyes off his laptop for a second. Is that really a question? I mean, why would I want to go home when I know what will happen to me the moment I step my feet into the Paxon pack as it clearly shows that I don't belong to the Crescent pack after being rejected?

But Jace’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. “You are flying high right now.” His voice had turned frighteningly calm. “But it won't last, Kate.” My heart lurched. I raised my head and warned. “Let go!” Jace ignored me, his grip tightening. “This isn’t about the council meeting. I came here to take you back to the Mystic Shadows Pack, Kate.” What? I was sure I had misheard him. But Jace’s firm resolve suggested otherwise. A wave of fire surged inside me violently as I jerked his arm free with full force, snapping angrily.

I can’t believe I am stupid for making such a reckless decision. However, there’s nothing I can do to take it back. All I have to do now is have some hope that my lycan mate is not of an important rank. I don’t want him to declare war on our werewolf community just because of me. It’s not good for me and my image with our royal family, especially when I am about to be crowned as a Luna. "For the hundredth time tonight, Jane, are you sure you’re okay?" Shauna's voice drew me out of my trance of perplexity.