Jace Velaryon Novels & Stories

"So everything is just an illusion created by my own fear?" That realization made Jace drunk on it. He gets hungry. He wanted to sink his claws into West's body and the creatures around him. He wanted so badly to devour those who were there. "Where's Rain?" "Remember, Jace! Remember who you are!" Erica shouted. Jace's consciousness was being pulled in all directions. Jace kept reassuring himself. "I am Jace Dauntess, ruler of the Kingdom of Darkwood, leader of the forces of darkness, and son of the slain king."

My father had died just a few months ago, and already, she was itching to be rid of me. “Ayla,” she called, her voice thin and edged with impatience. I stayed silent, gripping the edge of the curtain. How had it come to this? How had my life unraveled so completely? It wasn’t like I didn’t know. I’d been cursed—or at least, that’s what everyone whispered behind my back. The day I met Ashton was supposed to have been the happiest day of my life. I remembered it like it was yesterday. --- --- --- It was the Jacaranda Festival, the streets alive with music and the air filled with the scent of flowers. I’d just turned eighteen, the age every werewolf dreams about, the moment the Moon Goddess rev

He silently listen to her sing with a voice full of sadness and unspoken emotions, and all he could do was stand by and watch her. He hides behind the tree when she turns and starts walking in his direction. he watches her walk her way to the mansion with so much sadness and pain in his eyes and follows her when she was gone from his sight. In a filled full of colorful flowers stood a man, he has been standing there without moving an inch. His name is Jace Bartley, a twenty-four years old business tycoon known worldwide, he is nicknamed "God Of Dead", " The Devil King" and sometimes "The Ice Could Prince". He smiles at none except his sister, Sophie Bartley who is his only family and pride.

"Really? That’s it? He spoke differently, and now you want what from Brax? He’s marked and probably too busy with his new mate to talk to you. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Argo." I took a few deep breaths while trying to plead with Brax. "His name is Jace. Alpha Jace of the Winter Bone pack. The same fucking pack where my brother-in-law's mom was tortured. The same fucking pack that bought my sister and tried to kill her. His parents were dicks, and he’s probably the same." "My dad was bad too, Argo. That doesn’t mean Jace is as well." Mila argued. I understood she thought I was mean and stupid to her, but did she really not see that I wouldn’t just make this shit up?

Jessica moves away from me. I move with her to the side. "Yes." I'm waiting for her to look at me like I have a communicable disease and walk away like the rest of the students but she just laughs and wraps her arms around my shoulders. "My dad will be so pissed, if it makes you any better he is a Beta. By the way, you just met Madison Darkwater nicknamed dark queen of the academy and her errand girl, Taylar Graves nicknamed Graves." Something silver catches my eyes, silver hair sways in the air, my breathing stop as a domineering MAN in capital letters takes my whole attention. "Jace." Without thinking, my legs starts moving.

Silvia said. "Exactly. Hump day. You're supposed to be happy. It's all downhill from here." Silvia rolled her eyes at me but she was smiling. Everyone smiled around Jace. It was annoying and also kind of the point of him. He was tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair that always looked like he'd just run his hands through it and warm brown eyes and this lazy‚ confident energy that made you feel like nothing in the world was that serious. He was the kind of guy who'd crack a joke at a funeral and somehow make it appropriate.

Every word sliced deeper. “This… this isn't right. There's a mistake somewhere.” I trembled, eyes searching for Elias’s reaction but he didn't even look my way— not once. Instead, he took Vivienne’s hand, brought her closer and before the Elder could even finish the blessing, Elias lowered his head and sank his teeth into her neck. A scream escaped my throat— I didn't even know it came from me. The mark was meant for me but was now on another… how did we get here?

No I can't let him reach you Fel. "Save our mate Alex.He is here,our biggest enemy is finally here.You can't expose her to him.He is tenacious." Jace's alert voice rings in my head.He is ready to take the charge but this isn't the right time to handle matters with violence.He isn't a wolf of weaker strength. He shares the same bloodline as I do and perhaps stronger body and furnished combat skills due to continuous training at pack grounds and being involved in many wars against other packs and rogues.

He has the stamina and the grace that his father had at that age and authority has already brewed in his aura. Jace was the exact replica of my mate, except for his eyes -- they were my eyes. And because he looked like his father, it wasn’t a wonder that at this age, he had his own set of little girls following him around. But he never seemed to mind them. Unlike his father, at ten years old, Jace already knew where his heart belonged. With his fated mate. "Is that for me?" Catherine clasped her hands together and placed them on her chest while her eyes beamed lovingly at her father.

V Ms. Samuels told me not to talk to Jace, but I have a crush on him. I can't help it. He's like a Greek god. Smooth skin, bright green eyes, brown hair cut low in the back, sharp cheek bones, perfect eye brows, perfect lips, deep dimples and don't forget that smile. Oh my god. That smile. His body was to die for, its obvious he plays some kind of sports. How can you not have a crush on God's masterpiece?