Jace Velaryon Novels & Stories

"Our lives back in the country was nothing sort of quiet but of course we're going back, Alaric. Definately. There's no way I'm staying here a second longer than I have to. I miss our house. I miss the neighbors who don't try to kidnap me. I miss a life that actually makes sense." Jace watched us for a moment, his usual mask of cold calculation softening into something surprisingly human. He let out a low laugh, shaking his head at our bantering. "You two are truly something else. Turning down the family legacy like it’s a bad piece of fruit." “Because it is. And I don't want my sense of taste to be destroyed. I'm not as fancy as any of you.” He stepped forward, and before I could react, he

The vision seared itself into me, branding my soul with knowledge I had never asked for. Elena was no ghost, no saint risen from ashes. She was a survivor molded by fire, her cause sharpened into steel by pain. She had carried the weight of her people’s humiliation in silence, until she found in Jace the vessel for her dream, cloaked as vengeance and corrupted justice. When in fact, she had been the very cause of everything happening. Jace's father's death wasn't because of the Lycans, it was Elena's. She had driven the man to his death.

Zara let out. ‘No, no, no! We can’t let her go just like that. We need her!’ Drew practically screamed. “Will you be able to survive out on your own in a new kingdom?” Zara thought about it for a couple of seconds. “I could wait tables and carry out other menial jobs until I found my footing.” I reached for her wrist and lifted it, my hand wrapping around her delicate wrist. “What about this?” We both looked at the brand on her wrist, dark and bright. A Lycan devouring another lycan under the red light of a moon eclipse. It could be identified from a mile away.

The powerful Beta was shivering violently, tears of sheer, agonizing frustration welling in his eyes as he struggled against the invisible chains of his own nervous system. You called me a human raised stray, Jace, Valerie whispered, her voice so low and sharp it seemed to cut through the sound of the rain. But you forgot one very important detail. Because I was raised by humans, I had to study the biological reality of our species. I do not rely on raw, animal strength to win my fights. I know exactly how you are put together. I know where you bleed, I know where you feel pain, and I know exactly how to turn your own body into a cage.

The sparks rained down like dying stars, and in their flickering light, Coach Reeves smiled. It wasn't the gruff, impatient expression I'd seen across a hundred practices. It was the smile of a man who'd been waiting four hundred years for this moment and was savoring every second. Jace stumbled backward, his hand catching the edge of the rink boards. His eyes were flickering—blue, gold, blue, gold—the same war I'd seen at the warehouse. The same battle between the boy he wanted to be and the monster his blood demanded he become.

All I hear is a nine year old boy under his sheets, making fake calls, trying to reach the aliens. Not even acting like a villain. “Keep dreaming.” “I see I was too lenient.” The only thing keeping from ending the call was making sure he wouldn't go back on his action. "You know what your problem is? You think you can survive without me. I got you to where you are right now, Eva." His voice dropped lowe. "You're nothing without me. You were nothing before me, and you'll be nothing without me.” On the surface Jace might appear to be a very gentle man with loads of knowledge in his head. But when he talks? All you’d hear is a toad croaking.

What I said must have cut deep to get the reaction I did. “I can’t seem to see what I’m pushing, Darwin. She’s a banished one like they are, is she not? What? Everyone has suddenly developed a soft spot for her, and now I’m the bad guy?” I scoffed and turned to Jace. He quietly stood at a corner, the dimmest corner of the room, leaning against the wall. “What do you think, Jace? Am I the devil too?” Jace was our cousin, the son of our uncle Ivan, who was also involved in the trafficking ring - although indirectly. Father brought him to us after he promised uncle Ivan he would take care of him on his deathbed.

-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.

"You...!" Although Isabella did now no longer realize him, the person earlier than her turned into Tony whom Raven and Anna had been nicely familiar with. "Who are you...? You need to be my relatives. But how are you capable of using this contemptible aspect." Just as Isabella pointed out, irrespective of how powerful the anti-vampire devices turned towards different vampires, a vampire might locate them tough to use. But this guy turned into making the best use of them. "Please name me the Jace. Although it differs from the West, I have acquired a professional name of the Aristocracy on this USA."

That added to his fading. “I am sorry, dad,” I said but I don’t know if he hears me. Seeing my dad makes me feel like a failure son and remembering what happened to Victor makes me feel like I am a failure angel. I mean half-breed. Half-human and half-angel, because I still have a human body but my spirit is an angel. If I got it right. If not, I don’t know what to call myself.