Jace Wayland Fanart Novels & Stories

However, both men were covered in tattoos and muscles. Alpha Jace was a natural bleach blonde with freckles. He had such a baby face that he put a snake tattoo across his chest, around his neck and on his cheek. With working out for ten hours a day, he transformed his adolescence appearance to a bodybuilder in months. Jacob and I always wondered if he used any enhancers because of this.

“ You shouldn't choose her because you're classic. You deserve better things than a bit of bad luck like her. She doesn't taste well, her woman stenchs badly, and she wouldn't satisfy your pleasure.“ My heart writhed and pained uncontrollably at Jayden's words. Was it necessary he humiliate me this much in public just to deter Jace from claiming me tonight? I understand how he's so obsessed with my body and doesn't want to share me, but his words were offensive. Jace's straightened face curled into a slight smile. “Because she's ugly, I want her. I've never tasted an ugly she-wolf with a cicatrix on her face before. I'm tired of the pretty girls, and I don't need a girl that would satisfy my

The kind of happiness that only came with childhood. My eyes drifted to Jace. Even as a kid, he had this look in his eyes, like he had the whole world ahead of him. His hair was messier back then, his grin wider. He was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. Even now, as an adult, he was still— I stopped myself, shaking my head. No. Not going there. I exhaled and smiled slightly, memorizing the image. I wanted to draw this later. Capture the way his dimple deeped as he smiled. I'd draw him. Just Jace. No one else in the background.

My brother's suicide had been the only thing the locals talked about. I take my sketchbook out of my backpack and a few pencils then I begin to draw Jace. It's a particular memory that I have of him. We went to see a movie and when we got out of the movie theater it began raining but instead of taking a cab we decided to walk back home. I kept making fun of Jace because his long blond hair made him look like a wet dog under the rain. I'm drawing him as I remember him, with his wet hair, mischievous eyes that always seem to mock everything and everyone and a smile that almost every girl at our school was fawning over.

'His bedroom' it reads, decorated with doodles from Jace himself. Gently tapping on his door, Allen silently made his way in, what he saw made his heart swell with love. Jace had one of his many mangas' out open to the page he was reading, hand tightly gripping onto it, along with his favourite soft light blue blanket he was snuggled with which Allen had brought him, insisting that it was okay, when he saw Jace looking worried it might have cost too much. Allen heart aches at the thought of the 16-year-old worrying about money.

Tailored after his love for Japanese animations. Jace was a well-built young man in his late twenties. He wore his hair in a buzz fade that made his face look smart. His body did nothing to not distract any oncoming gaze that sought him out. He was built very nicely. Years of hitting the gym paid off and he was a McCain as much as he would hate to remind himself. They were built like mountains. An unstoppable force in anyone's path. Anyone that they choose to barrage for what it was worth. His blue eyes were just like his father's although he would drop dead before he admitted that he had anything in common with that man. This was a fact however. One that he could do absolutely nothing about

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

His dirty blonde hair, his blue eyes glint mischievously under the dim light, he grins like he’s entertained. ‘Why does he look familiar?’ “Relax,” he drawls. “We just came to say hi, no need to be so rude.” Brandon’s jaw clenches and he steps even forward, Isaac and a bunch of guys moves forward too. Dirty blonde chuckles, he radiates so much happiness for someone he looks like he just stepped into the lion’s den. “Who is he?” I whisper-ask Yara, trying not to draw attention to myself. She sighs. “Jace Norman, captain of the silverwolves, from silver high and damn psychopaths.”

Sconces on the walls cast a warm, intimate glow. I walked to the lobby entrance and swiped the card. The door clicked open with a soft mechanical sound, revealing a private hallway that felt more like an art gallery than a hotel corridor. And everywhere, everywhere, were photographs of Jace. Professional shots in black and white. Candid moments that looked like they'd been taken by someone who knew him intimately. Portraits that captured the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes. His face, his empire, his legacy, all on display like a museum dedicated to his existence.

she warns . " I'm pretty sure Jace will do just fine . " I chuckle . Does she not know how strong he is ? " I know about Alpha Jace . Strong promising warrior since a young age . At 15 he was thought to become the fourth strongest Alpha . After gaining indestructibility , they took him off the ranking . That was the extent of his power , they didn't think he would even qualify for the ranking . But honey , the change wasn't brushed under the rug . There were alot of rumors , many people know about Alpha Jace. That puts you at a risk too . It's best to stay under the radar "