Jace Velaryon Novels & Stories

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

I was familiar with nightmares, I had a lot of them when Lea passed away but never had I seen anyone struggle to get away from one with such pain and was barely able to like she did. I had asked Lucas, a young man from the clan to gather every piece of information he could on her since Silas and I were busy. Today we were meeting with another Lycan pack on the west side to suggest an alliance. Silas and I were currently in front of the house of a young Lycan named Kallen, the son of the previous leader of that clan. He was in his late twenties and had a handsome face with a full set of fangs, but what I noticed the most was those red glowing eyes. He was one of the rare lycans who couldn't s

But I left. Fast. And the moment the door shut behind me, the façade cracked. My breaths came shallow, and my fingers trembled. Stronger than me. Stronger than any wolf I had ever touched. Not just powerful… Untouchable. “What the hell…?” I whispered. This wasn’t Xavier. This wasn’t Kai. This wasn’t even Lorenzo at his worst. This was something else entirely. Something I had not been prepared for. And for the first time in years…

“His image,” Vera finally said. “And his vices.” Now they were getting somewhere. Isaac tilted his head, keeping his voice light and breezy as he murmured, “Vices? What kind of vices?” Vera glanced toward the palace, as if worried they might be overheard. “He pretends to be so proper, so traditional,” she said, lowering her voice. “But there’s this Lycan liquor he loves—Blue Moon Spirit. It was banned from export to the Werewolf kingdom during the trade disputes a few years ago.”

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

Like Jared, he needed a constant supply of human blood to keep him alive and sane, a day or two without blood would drive him to the point of insanity and rampage, it was the price he had to pay for cheating death and believing the sincerity of Jared. Over the last few months he had lost his sense of identity with his newfound powers, originally he was a Lycan born with a unique ability to see the dead, however in lust for greed and power his stepmother had poisoned the mind of his father against him as he was the oldest son and apparent heir to his father's wealth and fortune.

"calm down tiger! nothing much just now I know that you are Arianne Alessandra Miller. Born on August 17 and your 16. You are the editor in chief of your school journal. You're a candidate for being your batch valedictorian. That makes you nerdy much huh? No boyfriend since birth. And you love to eat, that I know already, although you're not fond of exercise or any other strenuous activity." "whoa stalker much? and to whom do I have to show my gratittude for giving my personal information to you?" "don't worry that much baby, you're all good! so why you're still awake now?" Jace said ignoring her question about his source. "I don't have school tomorrow!" "lucky you! unlike us." "you don't se

The world looked beautiful from up here and so peaceful. Yet within him, Jace felt a war. This was the same city where his parents had been taken from him, where Victor Crane still thrived, untouchable for too long. Jace tightened his grip on the railing. Beauty and rot lived side by side. And today, he and Elias would try to tear one of them down. Strong arms wrapped suddenly around his waist, pulling him back into the warmth he had just left. Jace startled slightly, then relaxed as Elias’s familiar scent enveloped him. A kiss pressed softly to his cheek.

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.

“I swear, I need a weekend away or I’m going to scream. Luckily, Jace is taking me up to his cabin tomorrow.” Ryleigh blinked, the name unfamiliar. “Jace?” Natalia sat up, suddenly sheepish. “Oh. Right. I never told you. Jace Marlow. He’s one of the border warriors. You’ve probably seen him—tall, built like a tank, usually glaring at something.” Ryleigh’s lips curled. “Sounds charming.” “He is,” Natalia said with a small smile. “Well, once you get past the whole ‘I will kill you if you breathe too close to my mate’ vibe.”