Jace Velaryon Novels & Stories

mask in public and destroy her once and for all. Jace stumbled through the cold night streets, muttering under his breath. "Stone, this time you'll see—you're nothing without me. You can't live without me or the Pryor name!" But before he even reached Ardent Capital's building, a violent cough seized his body. Blood splattered onto the pavement, dark and thick. He collapsed to his knees, his forehead striking the concrete with a dull, heavy thud. Warm blood pooled beneath him, his vision fading into darkness.

"I'm confident that I can ruin his family and him within 3 months and make him surrender to Stephen!" Jace said arrogantly. He wasn't reckless like Stephen, that trash. In Draepolis, Jace was considered one of the four top men in Janover. He was cunning and evil, and even his uncles and seniors envied his means. This time, avenging Stephen was only his excuse. There were many spies from the Beckard family in Janover, so it was very difficult for him to start anything of his own.

Very overwhelming. Jace is a human lie detector. He’s never been wrong. Jace is another reason we’ve always known that the stories of ole are lies. Being selected to be a mate in a harem is a direct blessing from the Gods. We’ve always known the truth, we didn’t share it with others, but we knew.

His real name, Ace Willow, came to light to everyone's shock, and he was in fact not from the States but from a remote village in London. Through the orchestrated accident alongside the road which was a blindspot, the real Jace was killed and secretly buried, while the fake Jace took his position at the accident scene with a few added sets to make the show complete. The car caught fire and blew up right on the spot, but the fake Jace was already miles away from it while pretending to struggle for life, after injecting some kind of drug into his bloodstream to activate his hormones.

Jace, the boy born and raised in the castle, that worked in the kitchen, simply smiled at the woman. “Do not worry, Mama Grey, we will make it,” Jace reassures the older woman, the one that helped his mother give birth and raise him after she passed. The other two midwives smile at the nickname of the other, even as they turn into the hall for the stables, just in time to see Veatrice opening the stable doors. Jace runs to the carriage smiling at the queen and her children before holding the door open for the midwives, cook, and a few of the older servants and slaves. The two male slaves, that had helped Veatrice open the doors, jumped on the back of the carriage with Jace. The guards, in th

“Next is Alec. He’s a shifter. Playful, wild, very good-looking. But don’t be fooled. One wrong word, and he’ll turn into a black wolf and break your bones.” “And the last one?” I asked softly. Mira was silent. “His name is Jace,” she said finally. “Nobody knows much about him. He barely comes to class. But they say his eyes are red. Bright red.” Red eyes. My heart skipped. Jace? My Jace? No. It can’t be him. But still… That name. It felt like thunder in my chest. Mira looked at me. “You okay?” I nodded too fast. “Yes. Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Because I’ve been stuck in this academy long enough to know what it does to people. To see a girl—the Alpha Valen’s daughter—march in here and beat half the guys on skill alone? That’s something worth protecting.” Her throat tightened. “So it’s admiration now?” He shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe it’s also the fact that I’ve got nothing better to do than mess with Kade and Xavier. And now I get to do it with you.” Rayne studied him. Something about Jace was different now. Not softer—but sharper, like someone who’d finally stopped pretending. Maybe because he’d seen the truth—and decided not to use it against her. She hated needing anyone. But in this moment, she needed him.

His eyes glowed faintly under the moonlight, not the warm amber of a wolf, but colder. Jace Vale. I didn’t know how I knew his name. Maybe because I heard whispers of him from the Elders, in the same faint tones they used when warning children about monsters in the woods, Hybrid, outcast are dangerous.. And now he was here. “You shouldn’t wander alone, little Ivy Morrin,” Jace said, his voice smooth as silk, but threaded with mockery. “Bad things happen in the dark.” I forced myself to breathe steadily, though my legs trembled. “Stay away from me.” He smirked, tilting his head. “But I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you.”

he responds in a very firm voice and drops one knee to give a more warrior-like bow. I now feel very positive that we are going to be able to not only save Jace, but also get him back his throne. It is still strange in my mind that Jace is loyalty and a werewolf. At some point I wish this was a nightmare and I will just wake up and everything will go back to normal but I really want Jace to get justice for the murder of his parents and the trauma he went through as a child. Dwayne deserves to pay for his evil deeds.

Voices of disbelief continued to echo. The Blizzard was a wide range magic attack where every single snowflake contained magic. The magic needed for the consumption of the spell was equally as terrifying. None of the students could cast that spell, and most of them had only seen the teachers from the Magus Division cast it. A student from the Magus Division had cast a high-level magical spell that only an advanced magus could cast. What did that mean? It meant that Jace already had the capabilities of an advanced magus! He was only sixteen years old, and he was already an advanced magus. Such a talent was rarely seen, even in a century. His talent could even possibly rival the Saint Laurent