Jace Velaryon Novels & Stories

“Go, prepare my dark shadow dagger. Get me more about this Edith Walson.” I responded as I walked away angrily and anticipating that day when I will put an end to the one man who keeps causing lot of havocs. “Can't you make peace with him instead of going up for a fight?” Snow Darcy pleaded as she walked into the room. “Make peace? I am Jace Steele, an original and I cannot be killed.” “An original, because you are a hybrid? Huh?” Her question shocked me as I squinted my eyes a bit.

Kaelen roared telepathically. Caleb and Jace were like a well-run slaughterhouse. Caleb fired his heavy brown shape into the mess, his jaws crunching the bones with sickening sounds, flinging full-grown wolves like ragdolls, off of him. Jace, a deadly grey ghost, cut throats and tore tendons, before his opponents were even aware he was there. Vane and his Lycans marched through the thickest of the swarm, their huge, crushing claws piercing armor and flesh with the efficiency of two legs.

--- The second lie came when she was fourteen. That one was worse. Because it wasn’t about blood. It was about love. Or what she thought was love. His name was Jace, and he came from the other side of the fence—half Vitale, half unknown, with a smirk that looked like trouble and hands that made promises he never kept. He was five years older, always around, always watching, and she was too smart not to know better. But she didn’t care. He made her feel dangerous in a way that wasn’t survival.

Mind & Heart by Tristan Barton plays softly, the melancholy melody filling the car. I lift my hand, gently placing a finger under Jace’s chin, guiding his face toward me. His eyes, once brimming with confidence and arrogance, are now sunken and haunted. In this moment, he’s not the Jace Adkins I know—the bold, self-assured man—but a lost little boy, burdened by the pain of visiting the graves of parents who were stolen from him.

Eyes the color of molten steel, drawing others in with their magnetic intensity. It was snowing outside yet he still wore a t-shirt, which showed off his muscles. Tattoos peeked from his sleeves. I thought I was still in my dreams. “…Jace?” I murmured. “Yeah,” he held my hands. “How are you feeling?” “I…I don’t get it…Why are you here?” Jace was my childhood playmate. He lived next door to me in a scratchy neighborhood. I always thought that his family was poor as mine. Until one day, he moved away out of the blue and that was when I leant that he was High Gale Pack’s Alpha’s bastard son.

“Understood. I will proceed. Partial intel, controlled access, constant observation. I will exploit ambition against him while maintaining autonomy.” “Good. Jace is not Damon. He doesn’t make mistakes by impulse. He calculates, anticipates, and strikes only when risk is minimal. Your role: survive, extract, test. Do not falter, overcommit. He detects even the smallest slip, and he will not forgive. Not for sentiment, not for loyalty. Only advantage.” The weight pressed down. Jace’s lethal edge was not physical; it was mental, tactical, and psychological. He manipulated trust, timing, perception, and fear simultaneously. Patience was a weapon. I had to match it, or be consumed.

Just as my eyelids started to feel heavy, my phone buzzed. Jace: The Villain totally deserved to win. I rolled my eyes, a small smile tugging at my lips. Me: Are you serious? He was literally a psychopath. Jace: So? At least he was consistent. The hero was just annoying. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a laugh. This was classic Jace—always rooting for the morally corrupt characters. Me: Okay, well, explain how stabbing an innocent person made sense then? Jace: Survival instinct. If you think about it—

He didn't shift into a wolf; he shifted into a Plasma-Wraith—a creature of pure, focused kinetic energy. The Human Burden: He inherited Jace’s mechanical intuition. He didn't just see the machines; he felt their "pulse" as if they were his own limbs. "He’s not a citizen, Varick," Jace (in his physical prime) once warned. "He’s a Supercritical Fluid. If he gets angry, he won't just break a window. He’ll boil the local reservoir." The Vanishing As Lyra began her final ascent, Elias realized he couldn't stay in the Union. He was a reminder of the "Friction" that the new world was trying to erase. He was too "hot" for a world that wanted to be "perfectly efficient."

I asked Jace in a confused way. Jace is the soon to be Alpha of my pack, the blood moon pack. He's so kind and soft hearted, he's the opposite of his father the alpha. We've been friends for long, Raven, Jace and I have been friends since we were kids. "No, it's not like it's a serious case you know. " He replied and shrugged. "Can you at least make me understand what's going on? And since when did we started hiding things from each other? " I questioned him while giving him a scrutinizing look.

It's adorable . " I found it . " Alec had a really old book in his hand filled with all sorts of information about vampirism . Jace takes it from him and reads it over . " This .. it's too cruel . " Jace growls loudly as he reads . " What is it ? " I try to take the book from him but he doesn't let me see it . " Hey ! " He stands up and raises his hand until it's out of my reach . I jump up and knock it out of his hands , grabbing it before it hits the ground . Jace looks genuinely surprised .