Jace Velaryon Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It’s just a game.” Cage nodded, smirking. “Yeah. But try telling them that.” And with that, they kept jogging—content to let the wild ones burn themselves out up ahead. Jace, the firstborn son of Alpha Maximus, didn’t feel like he had anything to prove—not even a little. At just seven years old, he was already quick on his feet and sharp with his instincts. He didn’t play to impress anyone; he just wanted to have fun. Still, he always made sure to keep an eye on Zay. When things got too intense and Zay started throwing a tantrum, Jace would step in and tell him to cool it. He wasn’t exactly the peacekeeper type, but he knew when to take a step back and let things go. Zay… not so much. That’

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 bow to no one. I am from the bloodline of alphas… born to lead.” “I know who you are,” I answered him, and that halted him from pacing. His muddled eyes bored holes into mine. “You can hear me?” he said, bewilderment etched on his face. “Yes,” I turned, continuing my journey back to the bar to get my fucking drink. Rory, she is turning my world upside down. I’m afraid that she isn’t the only one changing. “How? You are a vampire… our mortal enemy.” “I am a vampire, Jace, but like I said, I am not your enemy.” I sighed, closing my eyes as I down half of the second bottle of Jagermeister. “And I need you to bring me to Tayen.”

Men who thought they were kings, bikers who thought they were dangerous. They didn’t scare me. I’d survived Marcus Reynolds — danger didn’t impress me anymore. Music pounded through the speakers — rough rock, fast beats. Someone passed me a drink; I took it, mostly for effect. I wasn’t here to party. I was here to make an impression. “Raven Bishop,” a voice drawled behind me. I turned, already knowing who it was. Jace ‘Viper’ Malone. President of the Vipers MC. He was Ryder’s age, maybe a year older. Same build — broad shoulders, ink running down both arms — but where Ryder had warmth hidden behind that edge, Jace was pure calculation.

“Tell me about yourself.“ I tried to force my mind away from Alpha Magnus, Nina, the orgasm reeking club and focused on him. I gave a simple introduction—told him my name, my course, and my dream of becoming a world-renowned healer. He also introduced himself; his full name is Jace Brooks, studying Pack Laws and Relations, and he would definitely become a Beta like his father. I nodded slowly…. and then we talked about other random topics. The college, politics and entertainment in the Moon Eclipse Pack. Jace is a nice guy and talking to him made me take my mind off things for a while, although Alpha Magnus words still echoed through my mind—taking root there. “Your untouched cunt is mine.“

: 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.

Something ancient stirred, uncoiling. The stranger stopped a few feet away, visibly tensing as his gaze snapped between them. He hadn’t spoken yet, but Rhett could feel the energy ripple around him—wrong, off, important. “Who are you?” Rhett asked, already suspecting he wouldn’t like the answer. The man met his eyes finally. “Jace Rowan. Beta of the Hollowshade Pack.” Mira’s voice was barely a whisper, “He’s mine too.”

I say smiling as Jace bows deeply. "It's an honour," Jace says as Deimos calmly stares at him. His gaze is cold and intimidating. He hasn't said a word and seems to be trying to figure Jace out. "Deimos, this is Jace. He used to be a healer at my pack. He left to help others a year before we met. His skills are unique and top-notch." I say as Deimos nods as a greeting. I clear my throat and say, "Let's head in shall we? We have a lot of catching up to do." The wolves agree as we all walk inside.

Valerie’s long-time rival in the behind-the-scenes fashion war. Standing next to Valerie, they looked like a storm waiting for ignition. “Didn’t think I’d see you here, Sinclair,” Jace drawled, voice smooth like a record that never scratched. “Not your usual scene.” Valerie didn’t bother looking at him. “Try not to assume you know my scenes.” Jace smiled at Luna instead, offering his hand. “Jace Serrano. I’ve heard of you, obviously, but that performance, that was a resurrection.”

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi