Novelas y relatos de Jace Shadowhunters

And on her head sat a silver circlet, the mark of a Luna. The mark that should have been Lyra's. As Lyra watched, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to look away, Marcus leaned down and kissed Isla. Long and deep. The kind of kiss that spoke of love. Of belonging. Of years together. The pack cheered. They raised their glasses. They celebrated. Two small children, twins by the look of them, ran up and hugged Marcus and Isla's legs. A boy and a girl, both with blonde hair like Marcus. They were laughing, excited by the party.

"For two hundred years, my family was hunted into near extinction under the guise of 'maintaining peace.' The High Council claimed our bloodline was a threat to the stability of the packs because we could command the old laws. They used the Shadow as a tool to execute their purges and then they claimed to have destroyed the monster when the work was done. It’s a farce. A grand, bloody lie designed to keep Alphas like you fighting over silver scraps while they hold the keys to the kingdom." "They underestimated the Blackwood," Liam said coldly. "And they certainly underestimated you." "We need to change the deployment," Anna continued, her focus shifting back to the map. "If we leave the infa

It reminded me of how little I knew about the town I had lived in my whole life. "Not here," Jace answered flatly, giving a sharp shake of his head to cut off the inquiry. He looked at me apologetically, the serious mask slipping slightly. "Not something to discuss on a beautiful morning." Well. That was thoroughly reassuring. Not. My mind immediately began racing, connecting the dots back to the dark romance and hidden violence that defined Black Hollow. The wolves had enemies, and whatever was moving in the north was already casting a shadow over the valley.

Jenkins became the father figure he needed in his life when his own disowned him entirely. The sky darkened to a depressing grey, a chilly breeze stirring the leaves above him as he made his walk through the forest along Darlow. Ever since the Light Witch, Willow received Janice's powers, she had fallen into a comatose like state. Dante, the first Vampire, didn't appear at all alarmed by this. The bond they shared must be reassuring enough to know that this was only going to be temporary. While he dealt with her, Jax who had overseen everything with them remained quiet. Aiden only hoped that his perspective on the Supernatural would change for the better, but the outcomes were slim. His wife

The closer I got to the voices, the farther they'd go. Beta Ian Diaz... Alice...and Jace. Alpha Jace Baldwin. The man who haunted my dreams every night, leaving me sad and lonely during the day. Their words were jumbled and distant and I couldn't make out anything. And just when I get close enough to hear what they're saying, I will hear Hunter's wails from the distance. And I'd turn and run off to him. No matter how fast and hard I ran, I didn't make it to him because Darren and his men always jumped out of nowhere to hold me down until Liam walked away with my baby still crying in protest.

The Alpha and Luna of the Lycan world. Running through the crowd, a little boy with white hair crashed into the leg of a tall man with a fairly muscular build. Rubbing his head to soothe the pain the boy lifted his head towards the Man dressed in a white suit which complemented his long beautiful white hair. He was the leader of the witch's clan. He was Asher.

Very overwhelming. Jace is a human lie detector. He’s never been wrong. Jace is another reason we’ve always known that the stories of ole are lies. Being selected to be a mate in a harem is a direct blessing from the Gods. We’ve always known the truth, we didn’t share it with others, but we knew.

Jessica's Pov The sun hitting my face felt like a physical assault. I didn’t even remember falling asleep, but the throbbing in my left wrist was a nasty reminder that last night wasn’t just some fever dream brought on by pre med stress. I sat up, my breath hitching as I peeled back the sleeve of my oversized Property of Camblok Medical Dept hoodie. The bruise was... wrong. It wasn’t just a purple splotch. It was deep, dark, and the puncture marks were spaced out in a weird way.

After hearing from my father I realized that Jace is grieving , that he never healed from the pain he felt after the loss of his parents and in such a manner, he never went back to the real him, seems like that person died with his parents and that one thing I could relate with, looking at how Gemini was a total shadow of herself when she lost her parents in that freak accident that happened. I long ago stopped hating Jace but has grown to really like him even , so when the whole phantom thing was found out I was very worried for him and would have gone to see him if not for the fact that the phantoms were witches and they can read minds, we don’t want them realising that the hybrid they so

I kept on trying to get an answer to my question but that already has gone out the window. There was really nothing much to worry about and I went to sleep. In this state, I had a dream. The dream had me having one jolly moment with Jace when suddenly, out of nowhere, there were bounty hunters everywhere. I asked Jace to hide and then I started to run when they all started laughing at my cowardice. They mocked my supernaturalism and even edged me. I suddenly stopped in my tracks and then I faced them. My claws draw and my eyes are really pissed. They were amazed and I told them that they found me, now I would tell them why they should have stayed away. And I attacked everyone. Blood and body