Jace Wayland Fanart Novels & Stories

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

Jace smiled. I pulled apart and cleared my throat, going back to my food. “I'm not photogenic like you. I'm sure it looks bad.” I said with a grumble. “It's my favorite picture of you.” He said with a soft smile. “My first picture of you. I'm going to use it as my wallpaper everywhere.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I better not get a glimpse of it and think that it's terrible.” I threatened. “You took one of me, I took one of you. We're even.” Jace said.

She breathed heavily, “That’s the ice dragon, otherwise known as Jace Carter!” “Jace Carter?” “He’s the school’s star player. He made the dean’s list. He’s almost taken us to the championship. You just called him a loser!!!” ****** Jace Carter, also known as the “ice dragon” on the field, prominent for his skills of being a beast and the number one athlete of Blake University. I let out a deep breath as Mary Jane laid out the basics to me on the school’s book guide an hour later, glossing over his picture which managed to get a whole page dedicated to him, my anger not subsiding any minute.

he said firmly, and I huffed. “I could be a master,” I growled sourly, and all of them chuckled, making me furrow my brow. “They're all chauvinists,” Lana growled in my head, and I murmured, “Then I will prove myself and make them wrong.” “That sounds like a great idea,” my wolf encouraged me and I grinned slightly as I followed Jace into the adjoining room. After taking all my personal information Jace readied the tattoo gun, “Why an arrow?” I asked him and he smiled at me.

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.

Maybe crocodile men aren’t as bad as their reputation? I finish eating my breakfast and head to my room. Jace follows obediently behind me like a large dog with his inhumanely large sword on his back. He is wearing all his leather clothes today and his regular black mask that covers half of his face, so I can’t ogle his good looks. And yes, he is hot. I honestly don’t give a flipping heck about Jace’s scars on the right side of his face and body. The tattoos and scars only make him sexier.

I denied it, but my smile grew wider at the thought of Little Miss Izariah being covered in paint. “At first I thought it was just going to be one of your harmless games, but now I am wondering just how far you are willing to go to get her to submit to you.” Jace walked further into the Clubhouse. I noticed that he didn’t have his favorite jacket on, which was unusual for him. With the temperature drop, he had grabbed it earlier, before leaving. Not that it really mattered because half of the things Jace did, didn’t make any sense. “As far as I need to.” I admitted, my smile dropping as I realized Jace wasn’t finding this funny.

Art didn't forget to calm him down, "Take it easy Jace, just be patient." Because of that, Jace only bit his lip and when the man undressed him, he could not do but let it undress him. "I'll turn off the camera now, Jace it's up to you." Art said so Jace quickly broke away from the old man's embrace and pushed him. He felt sorry for him because he was old, but if he thought it was one of the reasons why his Father died and why he had to hide his werewolf status he loses pity and is replaced by anger, anger as a child and a werewolf deprived of his true identity.

Jace said. “I’ll pay half. Only fair.” Eric poked Jace in the side, a huge grin on his face. “At least we won the bet. What kind of tattoos should we make Brian and Trey get on their asses?” “Smiley-faced daisies?” “No way. That’s vintage Jace Seymour. I was thinking more along the lines of kittens and unicorns.” “And rainbows?” Eric’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, definitely rainbows. Good call, man. Good call.”

Struggle: Jace leaned over his desk, his eyes shut squeezing his hands into it. He could feel the wood giving under his hands. A map laid out in front of him. All little red markers on it, a total of ten now. He was trying to focus down his anger. The office door creaked open and Dante walked in. Jace knew who it was before the door was even opened. There were only two people who would just walk in his office without waiting to be approved. Dante and Wyatt. Jace’s ice blue snapped open staring down whoever walked in. Dante threw his hands up a smirk on his face.