Jace Targaryen Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

Rogues. At their center stood a tall man with dark eyes and a jagged scar across his throat. He smiled. “Lyric? It’s nice to see you again.” Her expression didn’t flicker. “Who are you?” “It’s a shame you don’t know me,” he said, his voice smooth and sharp. “Because I know you.” She narrowed her eyes. “Speak now before I lose my temper and order your head.” He stepped forward, slow and deliberate. “I am Kade. The second son of Alpha Marius. And the rightful heir to the throne of Obsidian.”

Her dark hair was pulled into a tight braid, the scar slicing across her cheek giving her an edge of brutal beauty. Valerie lounged with her boots kicked up, blonde curls a stark contrast to the glint in her eyes. She twirled a knife in her fingers like it was a paintbrush. Jace was quiet, unreadable. He sat nearest the wall. Barely out of his teens, with his fingers dancing across a tablet, he was the hacker prodigy who could crumble governments from behind a screen. Damir sat beside Jace. The sniper. Icy blue eyes. A face like winter’s wrath. He didn’t speak.

"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

I whirled ready to lash out at whoever it was, only to stop dead when I saw who it was, He was something straight out of a fantasy novel, he had this slight tan thing going for him, and the tux he wore did nothing to hide how toned his body was, I had to tilt my head backwards a bit to get a good look at his face, he had honey brown eyes and a very defined jawline and Dark hair, I’d have really hated it if he were blonde, no offense to my mother.

Please you have to stop this, your hurting people! Despite my efforts, Jace seemed oblivious of my calls and continued onto his path of destruction, slowly making his way towards the center of the village, where the tree palace stood. More and more guards swarmed the area, but Jace continued to swipe them away with a swift paw like leaves in the wind. Cade and I followed, winded as before. The creature gained more ground headed towards the tree palace, but he was suddenly stopped as a barrage of sharp thorns rose from the ground, seemingly out of nowhere. Enraged, Jace skidded to a halt and gazed around, quickly spotting King Valor as he stood his ground from a platform above. Jace squinted

But as my eyes locked onto his face, the blood in my veins turned cold. Richard wasn't sitting alone on the throne. Dragged flat against the black steps at his feet, his muscular torso bound tightly in heavy iron wires, was a young wolf warrior. Jace. Kaelen’s childhood confidant and fiercely loyal beta—the one who had risked a death sentence to break Kaelen out of his father's dungeons weeks ago—was gasping for air, his face covered in fresh blood. Richard’s trembling, skeletal left hand was wrapped tightly in Jace’s dark hair, violently hauling his head back to expose his throat, while his right hand held a jagged, curved sacrificial dagger directly against the beta's vein.