Jace Wayland Jamie Campbell Bower Novels & Stories

“Tell me about yourself.“ I tried to force my mind away from Alpha Magnus, Nina, the orgasm reeking club and focused on him. I gave a simple introduction—told him my name, my course, and my dream of becoming a world-renowned healer. He also introduced himself; his full name is Jace Brooks, studying Pack Laws and Relations, and he would definitely become a Beta like his father. I nodded slowly…. and then we talked about other random topics. The college, politics and entertainment in the Moon Eclipse Pack. Jace is a nice guy and talking to him made me take my mind off things for a while, although Alpha Magnus words still echoed through my mind—taking root there. “Your untouched cunt is mine.“

He didn't expect that a child could bear so much resemblance with his father that the only way to differentiate between them is their age and body sizes. While Eli was going to take a bath, Jace went to the basement. The assassin was a shadow of himself as he laid like a dying man on the floor, his wounds were bound up but he seemed to have gone without food for two days. "Don't worry, let's see if James Maslow is capable of saving your wife and daughter from my wrath"Jace declared. The man snapped his head up and glared at Jace. How did he know, did he do research on the email he showed them? Oh gosh, he shouldn't have let him know about those emails.

They chose the name Jace Walker, representing a poised and graceful presence, radiating quiet strength and dignity without the need for overt displays of power. For the younger twin, they chose Alec Walker, symbolizing unwavering loyalty and determination, embodying sincerity and steadfastness in every endeavor. * In RC Corporation’s conference room, Justin and Zac sat across from each other, each flanked by their respective teams. Together, they were finalizing the details of a plan to establish a groundbreaking international medical collaboration.

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.

I opened the Jeep’s door for Jace as he stood waiting next to it and I shook my head as he climbed in. He was wearing a t-shirt that Tala had given him for his birthday, that sported a corpse clown with fangs for teeth, tight jeans with boots, and a leather bomber jacket. “Is this place, you know …” His voice trailed off, and I smiled at him. “All kinds of people hang out there,” I said, and he smiled.

The burn scar — the real one from that night — stared back at me: rough, slightly raised, running from just below my eye down to my jaw. It only makes me loathe my mother even more for staying and enduring even when his son went through this, The raw, damaged version I kept hidden from the world, they didn't need to see it and be scared, that's not what power is. I ran my fingers over it once, feeling the familiar texture and my phone vibrated on the seat beside me. Enzo. I answered. “Speak.” “My Lord,” Enzo’s voice was calm and precise. “The surveillance on Jace Roywan—He’s currently inside their matrimonial apartment with another woman.

He waved his hand, and the Pack eased down while Rider appeared, Cade and a black haired girl by his side. All three had defeated faces, their clothes covered with splatters and stains of blood. I gasped when I spotted Jace at the back while he carried the limp body of a bloodied Wolf in his arms. Everyone's face darkened, eyeing the Wolf's body while Jace carried it to the center of the clearing and gingerly placed it down. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt a wave of tears sting at my eyes. That's when I understood that the Wolf was actually Alpha Xavier, Jace's father. Surprisingly, other than his wet cheeks, Jace didn't show any signs of remorse.

The sparks rained down like dying stars, and in their flickering light, Coach Reeves smiled. It wasn't the gruff, impatient expression I'd seen across a hundred practices. It was the smile of a man who'd been waiting four hundred years for this moment and was savoring every second. Jace stumbled backward, his hand catching the edge of the rink boards. His eyes were flickering—blue, gold, blue, gold—the same war I'd seen at the warehouse. The same battle between the boy he wanted to be and the monster his blood demanded he become.

Cassandra didn't want me near Damon or the Academy—she wanted the Alpha position for herself. I grabbed the bag, pushing past my sad mother. I was no longer an innocent failing student. I was a rejected banished she-wolf. I didn't think very deeply of that moment then. As I stepped off the pack's grounds, something was different. I couldn't describe what it was. Reality hit me on the face. My mom's hand was like a chain on my arm. She dragged me toward the door, whispered to me to just follow me, not to make it any worse. I let her lead, my body restless. "Don't worry. We will have a place to go…

Jack said. "Yeah, I'll have Luke do that, and get the warriors to start keeping a lookout," I said and then mindlinked Luke to repeat exactly that to him. My mom arrived not long after and we all walked down to the office, and all took a seat. "So, Tyler, Blake tells me you're quite good with building software?" My mom leaned forward in her chair. "He's great. Just finishing up his master's degree," Jack boasted proudly. "Oh, wonderful. Congratulations, Tyler!"