Jace Targaryen Novels & Stories

: As the cosmic tapestry unfolded before them, Jace and Marvin found themselves facing not only external threats but also betrayal from within their own family. Alexander, Jace's half-brother, had long harbored resentment towards him, fueled by jealousy and a desire for power. Unbeknownst to Jace, Alexander and his mother had conspired to undermine him, plotting to strip him of his entitlements and claim his inheritance for themselves. Their treachery ran deep, their every action calculated to manipulate and deceive.

"She always saw past the arrogant asshole, why can't you do same now that she needs it? I need to leave. I ought to be somewhere. Seb is in good hands. I had Tareem treat him, himself" "Who is Tareem? I have heard alot about him, your highness ", I bow curtly. "He is trouble. He is the son of Darc- the successor to the Darc empire and the best sorcerer ever had. He is my nephew. If you think Davil and Sasha is arrogant, wait till you meet Tareem Darc. If he comes close to Sasha, shield him from her. He is only around when he needs to rain havoc or has an agenda in mind "

“You did well, kitten.” “Is it a boy?” I kept my eyes closed as I waited for his response. All this time, I still kept within me the fear that Eros might have tricked us with the ultrasound and would still switch his gender. “It is. A male Alpha heir, Amara.” Jace answered lovingly. His hand brushing the stary hair off my face. My shoulders shook as I let my emotions rush through me and Jace embraced me into his arms. I should have never doubted Eros. Despite not having a physical heart, he indeed had one.

Wolves in their best clothes milled and murmured, the hum of anticipation thick in the air. Aria stood at the head of the cleared space, torque glinting at her throat, a slim, carved staff in one hand more as a symbol than a weapon. Kael stood a step to her right, Liora in his arms—tiny and swaddled in a clean blanket, a small flower tucked behind one ear courtesy of Nyra. When Jace walked in from the west arch, even Talia might have admitted he cleaned up well. He wore dark trousers and a shirt finer than his usual leathers, and sleeves rolled to show the scars on his forearms rather than hiding them. His hair, usually a mess, had been tamed into something almost respectable, though one loc

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

The Blaring sounds of the Alarm kept ringing distracting me from my precious sleep, I still don't know why and what is keeping me from destroying this alarm, I Jolted out of the bed with my face still filled will Sleep, It was like I was sleep standing. Well you already should forgive my manners, My name is Jace Robert the one and only Diss lord of Crimson City, Well am nineteen when it comes to my age and to be frankly speaking, Am a damn boring dude in everything I do.

As in killing my mother and blaming it on the Lycans, all to sow discord between two kingdoms? “Sir?” “Call the campaign team,” my father said, his voice suddenly hard and resolute. “Tell them I’ve changed my mind. I’m not retiring after all. I’m going to run for the next election.” I sucked in a breath, my eyes widening behind my mask. “Against Isaac Thorne?” the Beta asked. “Yes,” my father said coldly. “I’m running against that Lycan boy in the campaign, and I’m going to win.”

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

"Yes, just catching up with an old friend." Jace approached, and his presence immediately altered the dynamics. "Liam," he replied curtly. Liam responded to Jace's nod with a tight smile, his grip on Avalynn's hand tightening slightly. With their gazes locked, Jace's intellect whirred as he assessed Liam, the sharp, calculating gears behind his eyes churning. "So this is the fabled Liam Arstor," he reflected, taking in Liam's perfectly fitted suit, his tall, well-built physique, and the intensity of his blue-green eyes. He was everything he expected: sophisticated, powerful, and definitely enraged.

Gosh. I stepped into the second floor of this fast-food restaurant to meet this kind of alpha guy where he’s the one who always perky enough about this program. I really thought he will offer himself as the leader though. For the very first time of this meeting, I already dislike one of the members and I wonder is there any chance I dislike anyone else in the club. My eyes were catching each corner of this room, well, I don’t know his looks yet so I need to make sure I don’t greet the wrong person. My sight stopped to the guy wearing a denim jacket, he looks tubby and his eyes never leave his cellphone. “Excuse me, I’m looking for someone from group 5 of the community service program. Are yo