Jace Targaryen Novels & Stories

Instead, it feels like a riddle. Because the more I watch Jace, the less he looks like the mastermind I’ve built in my head. Yes, he’s arrogant. Yes, he’s untouchable, the crown prince of Blackridge. But the way he carries himself—controlled, careful—feels less like a boy who orchestrates disappearances and more like someone covering cracks.

People in the north barely talk about him too, but they are aware of him. "I was fascinated to hear about you and was more grateful that the north has you now that we are facing a crisis over the increasing number of insurgents. I was really anticipating having a conversation with you, Raenerys the Conqueror." The voice he has is a mixture of Nevil and Acheron. Even his face resembles the faces of the Lancaster siblings. No wonder; it runs in the blood.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

“That is called jealousy, sister. But you did good, regardless. I smirked faintly. “Crumbled men are dangerous. They don’t die quietly. They rebuild, and when they do, they come for blood. That’s what I admire about Alphas, they’re predictable in their fury. And she is an Alpha born. She is angry, grieving as well, but she is going to rise stronger. Only, I am going to be sure that she chooses a different side this time, mine.” She looked away, frustrated. “You’re playing too close to the edge. If Xavier finds out…” “If?” I interrupted, raising a brow. “He will find out. Eventually. That’s the point. That is how I am going to break him.” I stood and walked toward the window, the night stretc

At first, I did not want to spill any blood in the city and had wanted to wait until the whole of the Jones family evacuates, but someone was itching for a fight and he could not wait to smell blood so he came over to deal with it. They called me incompetent and I had no choice but to accept the insult. Jack was my other personality. After I experienced my family getting killed, I developed this dark energy in me that wanted to wreak havoc but I kept suppressing it. When I met my master, he told me that it was okay. It was the other side of me and I should embrace it and that is how Jack became part of us. At first, I did not like him because he is too violent. He would kill even without car

He asked me to move in with him for the time being, making communication and watching over me easier for everyone. “Did you find anything?” I cornered Henry when Elijah left with Nolani and Ali to meet Jace at Tayen’s cabin. I recently learned that Jace comes from an old family of werewolf and witch hybrids. They came from a family of ancient power, which Tauri indulged in. Tayen is training Jace to what knowledge she knows about magic, which is very little compared to what Tauri knew. Men had always been blessed with unfathomable magic in their lineage. This was also why they were targeted over the century, hence Tayen turning rogue to protect her family, which resulted in them losing the t

I snarled. "Very good, Alpha King!" He clapped his hands, walking around me like a predator. "I am Gadreel, a Lycan Demon. Do you like my vessel? I enjoy it quite a bit. I have all of his memories too, and thanks to them, I know who you are... Tyrion. It looks like you are my great-great-great-great-nephew or something like that." His grin merely stretched his mouth while his eyes remained cold. "You're my ancestor," I said, locking my eyes on him.

Mirabel picked up Cercei from her house and drove her to Jace's home, unsure of what to expect. She had never been to Jace's home before, and she didn't know much about his living situation. When they arrived at the apartmen, Cercei hopped out of the car and went up the stairs to Jace's unit. Mirabel followed her up the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Really? That’s it? He spoke differently, and now you want what from Brax? He’s marked and probably too busy with his new mate to talk to you. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Argo." I took a few deep breaths while trying to plead with Brax. "His name is Jace. Alpha Jace of the Winter Bone pack. The same fucking pack where my brother-in-law's mom was tortured. The same fucking pack that bought my sister and tried to kill her. His parents were dicks, and he’s probably the same." "My dad was bad too, Argo. That doesn’t mean Jace is as well." Mila argued. I understood she thought I was mean and stupid to her, but did she really not see that I wouldn’t just make this shit up?