Jace Targaryen Novels & Stories

“I’ll do anything. Punish me instead. Please don’t force my brother into that life.” Bran didn’t even look at me. “You don’t get to bargain,” he said flatly. There was a moment of silence. Jace looked down at his wife, who was clutching his arm, crying. “Don't please…” she cried, shaking her head. He looked at me. Then at Bran. And I knew his decision before he spoke it. “I, Jace Frederick, renounce Redmoon pack,” he said quietly. “I am no longer an Alpha. I am no longer bound to any territory. I. Am. A. Rogue.” He finished.

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.

Alia's mother asks in between sobs. "He's behind all of this! The Lycan King is his father!" Josh let out another deep growl. "I guess you're done deceiving my sister and everyone else, now that you're letting your true self show." He continues to glare at me as he sniffs, picking up on my scent.

"People are a similar discipline." Something in his expression shifted not the warmth, something quieter. The quality of someone who had been seen accurately and had decided to let it be what it was rather than manage it into something else. "What will you do," she said. "After this." "The Vale bloodline has a legitimate alternate succession position," he said. "Caspian agreed to formally acknowledge it. It gives me standing in future proceedings without positioning me as a threat to the primary succession." He paused. "I'll use it the way it was designed to be used. As a check, not a challenge."

His Father chose that mansion in the forest because the whole forest belonged to their pack and Elias could train there with the warriors without causing damage to the society at large. The warriors lived in the mansion, a mansion so big there were so many rooms available. Asides warriors, only female servants were taken into mansion and allowed to serve Elias. That’s what Elias wanted, that's how it had always been, until one rainy morning. “He looks small and weak,” muttered a guard at the gate. “Looks too skinny to be of use.” “That’s Jace Lacewood, he is 19 years old...don't mind his appearance.” said the woman beside him. “He is the new help from the southern border for the warriors to

I assume from all the snacks he has eaten based on the wrappers lying about. “You want me to… go with you…?” He seems shocked and looks at Falcon, who hasn’t removed his eyes from the warlock once. “I don’t particularly care for an extra person.” He says menacingly. I sigh and elbow him in the gut, but he doesn’t move an inch. “Why are we here, Monty?” Falcon asks. “We need him,” Monty says, refusing any more details than that. “My name is Joffrey. I am the last remaining descendant of Annika the Honest.” He says standing proud, and good for him being proud of his heritage. Even if it means absolutely nothing to me.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

Eyes the color of molten steel, drawing others in with their magnetic intensity. It was snowing outside yet he still wore a t-shirt, which showed off his muscles. Tattoos peeked from his sleeves. I thought I was still in my dreams. “…Jace?” I murmured. “Yeah,” he held my hands. “How are you feeling?” “I…I don’t get it…Why are you here?” Jace was my childhood playmate. He lived next door to me in a scratchy neighborhood. I always thought that his family was poor as mine. Until one day, he moved away out of the blue and that was when I leant that he was High Gale Pack’s Alpha’s bastard son.

"What next do we do?" "Find that bastard and kill him." Daniel said in rage. "He's not leaving here alive. I'll make sure I tear his heart out his chest." A clap behind us had us turning immediately. Jace stood there, a wide grin on his face as he drew close. He was dressed in a black cloak to elevate his villain status. "It's been a long time cousins," He began, his voice echoing around the Palace. Daniel snarled at him but all he did was laugh. "Now, now, c'mon. We don't have to fight, do we. We've always been close."

I am all alone in this existence. The jolts and bumps of the carriage, the regular clops of hooves against sun-baked ground, grow on me rapidly. I find solace in the thought that the ride won't be very lengthy in spite of everything. Given the proximity of Agnarys' domain, Hestenia, to Gahndor, the journey ought to take no more than several hours. We are actually among the territories nearest to Gahndor. Each noble house in Raelia has a domain that they control and defend. When Mother and Father are unable to fulfill their obligations, my older brother Jason will assume Hestenia's tasks. Still, despite we officially possess this territory, every piece of land is ruled by Gahndor. That's just