Jace Wayland Fanart Novels & Stories

I blinked, surprised. “So y’all went on a rebellious adventure and didn’t even think to include me?” he said, pouting dramatically. “Wow.” “We didn’t think you’d want to be around what I’d call wet paint and emotional breakthroughs,” Aiden said with that little smirk of his. “Well, you thought wrong,” Jace sighed, throwing his boots up on the bench. “I’m artsy, fun, and definitely emotionally damaged. I fit the vibe perfectly.” “You fit chaos, not community,” Ty deadpanned, tossing a grape at him.

"However, something happened, and I'm not sure what. The attack on Wanda just stopped, and we don't know why." Jayden felt a cold hand clutching her heart. "You don't think..?" She couldn't bring herself to finish the question. Glancing at Alex, she saw the concern on his face as well. She heard Tansy take a deep breath and blow it out again through the phone. "To be honest, I don't know. Somehow, we must find Laci. It seems as if she's found a way to travel to the Summerlands again." Then, through the phone connection, Jayden heard Famallumi say, "We need the Warrior's Blade. She is a bridge between the realms. She can get us to Laci Valentine."

Jace mumbled with a smile. “ I will also go with JARL, it actually sounds like War and we are the conquerer of War” Roman rasped and I nodded. “ I will go with JARL…sounds powerful and that's what I want” I said, changed the position of the crutches and walked out. “ Catch y'all later” Jace mused and also gets back to work, informing Lucas the one they picked and sending it to Mira. Roman finished with the sketched he was working on and gathered it with him, he looked around for the crutches and saw it at the far and.

Lana’s POV We got back to the room and I decided to let Jace see one of the things I was hiding from him. I opened the purse and a black dustbin bag that I took and put a lot of other pictures and things that I was able to see on the Internet. Thanks to Jace being a workaholic, he had his printer and other things here, so I was able to get images on paper. I arranged them in an order that anybody can understand, screenshot next to invitation cards.

"Well I wonder what you are doing in it then." "Just add friends or something." Dylan suggested. "Best friends and then a heart." Janice modified, staring pointedly at Ace. He sighed, wiping fake sweat on his forehead. "Fine." Grinning like a fool, I turned to my painting. I wasn't going to continue painting Ace, it would arouse suspicions. So I took Ace's red paint and yellow paint. I added a half-open heart just below his eyes, making it look like he was inside a heart. I leaned back, proud with my painting. It looked awesome, better than my previous paintings.

"And it seems like she has a good impression on you." "She is way too sweet and innocent," Weylin smiled gently upon reminiscing her gentle smile, her soft voice, and her kind gestures. "I don't want to deceive her but I have no other option." Man! This is crazy! Jace thought, seeing his friend smiling like a fool. He just met with his crush and now he is smiling like an idiot. Garaine Jones, just what did you do to my friend? The cold, heartless mafia leader is smiling like a fool in love.

At this rate, I’ll die before my fucking time! I could feel Kasan’s hold tighten around me, enough for his nails to sink into my clothes. It wasn’t hard enough to prick me, but it hurt a bit nonetheless. He prolly has no idea who these traitors would turn out to be nor what they’re planning. Can’t we just throw some bait? But honestly, if I should pick someone who looks sus, I’d say Kenley. He’s wayyy too jumpy…and annoying. “So Jace—” He turned to Jace as one of his hands thankfully loosened and slipped under my butt, fingers fishing something from his pocket. “--I thought father only worked with humans?”

Jace said, tugging my jeans back into place, then seeing to his own with the matter-of-fact efficiency of a man whose priorities are well established. He had started selling his work online. Paintings and drawings of the mountain, of animals caught in unguarded moments, of nature rendered with the intimacy of someone who had spent years learning to read it. He had the following. Not one that knew his face or his name beyond Jace, just people who could feel, looking at his work, that whoever made it belonged to what they were painting. "We'll drop them when I go to work," I said. He took my hand.

Jace said quietly, leaning in so far his chest pressed against Kaelen‘s arm, “and Kaelen desires a crown. But I desire you, Elara. I desire your mind I want to know what makes a creature like you burn. If my brothers are meant to be shackled by your soul then I have need for a leash as well. He reached into his jacket for a stylish silver blade penknife, flipped the lid open. He didn‘t even bother to listen to Kaelen‘s protests. Didn‘t ask permission. Just pushed the razor edge against his own hand. A rush of blood immediately was pooling on his palm. He extended his bleeding hand toward me. “Bleed with me, little Luna,” Jace whispered, dark words falling warm on her skin. “Luna, let me

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.