Jace Wayland Fanart Novels & Stories

NARRATIVE Wayne pushed the cart containing his cleaning equipments, stealthily. Soon he was standing just at the door of the idols room. He adjusted his face cap and the janitor jumpsuit he was putting on. Just as his Boss' daughter had said, he found it easy locating the idols room. Royalty Dormitory was indeed the neatest, best equipped and most expensive dormitory in the whole campus. The dorm also had security gadgets, soundproofed rooms and doorbells. Wayne rang the doorbell and exhailed deeply. He had better be successful with his purpose here to avoid Ms. Lucia skinning him alive. He noticed that someone peer through the peep-hole. The door opened slightly, revealing a tall blonde-hai

I'd almost swear I can feel the power of them pulsing off the paper. Most of the sheets I have in my hand are character sketches. Nearly all of them have "Cataclysm: Aftermath" scribbled across the top of the page, so it's no great leap to assume these are related to Cataclysm: Earth's sequel. The top sheet in my hand says "Jax Walton - Luca" under the title, and I guess from the notes that follow that he was sketching out the character arc for his brother's part. It's fascinating to read - after a quick bullet list of his physical appearance, Dante goes into an entire personality breakdown of the character. He lists strengths, weaknesses, fears, hidden desires... It's like looking into a

I came down the stairs and Jace was standing in the foyer in a black suit with his hair actually styled for once and a look on his face when he saw me that made me feel‚ for the first time in days‚ like maybe I wasn't as broken as I thought. "Wow‚" he said. “Beautiful…” "You clean up nice‚ Thornton‚" I said. "You look... I don't even have a word. You look incredible‚ Aria." My mom was practically vibrating next to him. "Doesn't she? That dress was made for her. And Jace‚ tell me about your family. Aria mentioned your father is a warrior?" "Yes‚ Luna Diane. He's a senior warrior in the Silvercrest Pack‚ been serving about fifteen years now. My mom runs the pack's medical center."

"I'll look forward to it." I blinked, totally bewildered. How many chapters of this story had I missed? Once she walked away, I turned to Jace as he packed up his brushes. "You do realize she's with Nico, right?" I warned him. "And Nico hates your guts. You better stay away from her if you don't want him making my life a living hell on the ice." "Relax, mom," Jace scoffed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "She just likes my artwork and wanted a portrait. It's really not that deep."

Ava followed his gaze. Her heart dropped. Something lay on the center of Jace’s bed. Not an object this time. A page. A single sheet of lined notebook paper, ripped unevenly, edges curled. Jace moved toward it in slow, rigid steps, shoulders tight. Ava followed him, her breath growing heavy. He reached out and picked up the page with a trembling hand. Ava stepped close enough to read over his arm. The paper held: A charcoal drawing. A rough, frantic sketch.

“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.”

Beautiful paintings and charming portraits graced the walls, and in one corner stood a marble fireplace, its hearth glowing with warmth. Avalynn stopped pacing as she noticed a picture on the mantel. It was a photo of a young Jace, maybe ten or eleven years old, with a face that looked a lot like the man she knew now. Even though his features were still soft from boyhood, she could still see the cheeky twinkle in his eyes, a hint of the carefree attitude she had grown to love. Avalynn's lips curled into a little smile. Jace's disheveled hair in the picture served as a reminder of the wild side he'd retained as an adult.

Celeste’s: a skateboard made of frozen blood, twin tails streaming like comet fire. Caption: Because power without love is just another cage. Seras’s: a cheerleader pyramid built from burning bodies. Caption: Because rage is warmer than grief. Lucian’s: a dragon curled protectively around a tiny flame. Caption: Because some things are worth burning for. Jax’s: a wolf pack running under a sky full of falling stars. Caption: Because family isn’t blood; it’s who shows up. Li’s: a laptop screen cracked open to reveal an entire universe inside.

he sniffed the air “—was that supposed to be coffee?” “It was. Until someone”—I gestured dramatically toward Nathan, who was now chewing his bib like it owed him money—“decided we needed abstract art instead.” Jace ran a hand through his hair, then looked at me. “So... how mad would you be if I said this is kind of hot?” “Excuse me?” “You. Baby on one hip. Banana war paint. Kitchen chaos. It’s giving mother of my child meets warrior queen.” I blinked at him. “You have very strange turn-ons, Jace.”

Days passed since Jace stood breathless in Elias’s office, tangled in lust and guilt. Now, he was home-alone-happy -for the first time in what felt like forever. The morning light streamed through the tall windows of his small apartment, casting a honeyed glow across the cluttered space. His easel, long abandoned, stood by the window like a forgotten lover. Today, he returned to it. Jace’s fingers were already stained with streaks of cobalt and ochre as he dipped the brush again, slowly dragging it across the canvas. The face that began to form was not a person, not exactly. It was warmth, softness—hope. The painting was for Noah.