Novelas y relatos de Jace Wayland Jamie Campbell Bower

Mine: Jace left Dylan’s feeling completely drained. It was brutal Dylan had not been in the training long with Matt, Matt would have shown him how to be a great warrior and leader. He was young and it killed him to see his father and mother like that. Jace told them that he died doing his duty and defending the pack. That if it wasn't for Dylan more deaths would have happened. It was the complete truth and Jace felt it in his chest. He wished he would have been there, maybe he could have saved Dylan. Jace flipped open his phone and dialed Zeke’s number.

he responds in a very firm voice and drops one knee to give a more warrior-like bow. I now feel very positive that we are going to be able to not only save Jace, but also get him back his throne. It is still strange in my mind that Jace is loyalty and a werewolf. At some point I wish this was a nightmare and I will just wake up and everything will go back to normal but I really want Jace to get justice for the murder of his parents and the trauma he went through as a child. Dwayne deserves to pay for his evil deeds.

"You've always thought Mom and Dad gave me everything, right? But when they handed me RiverwaveCorp, it was a dumpster fire, thanks to the Drago family. I built it back up. I made them kneel. Me." Wayne's sharp, narrow eyes glinted with mockery from behind his glasses. "What, you want a medal? That's why they chose you, huh? Because you're so much better than me?" Jace didn't back down. "That's the truth, isn't it?" Wayne let out another dismissive laugh. "Truth? Don't even start." Jace had had enough of the pretense, so he tore the mask off entirely.

Alpha Kyle's POV I paced around the room feeling rather uncomfortable. I was unable to sleep last night as my wolf didn't let me sleep. He had been disturbing me to look for our mate. Rejecting my mate wasn't a good decision as I didn't feel my body again. The pain was more than I had imagined. Even though I had tried to suppress it, I felt I couldn't continue to suppress it.

I would really appreciate it if you could tell me what kind of a person he was. What kind of person was my dad?" Flora sniffed "Then I will tell you," Madam Zilla said and Flora nodded According to Madam Zilla, "Back in the day, Fallon was the boss over the clan, and that's Jace's father." Who exactly is this Jace? Flora asked "Tiger. You don't really believe that Tiger is his real name, do you? According to Madam Zilla, his real name is Jace Fallon, and Flora nodded in agreement.

Jessica moves away from me. I move with her to the side. "Yes." I'm waiting for her to look at me like I have a communicable disease and walk away like the rest of the students but she just laughs and wraps her arms around my shoulders. "My dad will be so pissed, if it makes you any better he is a Beta. By the way, you just met Madison Darkwater nicknamed dark queen of the academy and her errand girl, Taylar Graves nicknamed Graves." Something silver catches my eyes, silver hair sways in the air, my breathing stop as a domineering MAN in capital letters takes my whole attention. "Jace." Without thinking, my legs starts moving.

I get upset over just a few words, or even over the thought of losing him. I think it’s a good idea to try to get my mind off of all of that for now. I get dressed in a plain tshirt and jeans, and open my bedroom door. I swing it open and immediately run into a rock hard wall. I look up to see a werewolf there who I haven’t met yet. He’s a young African American gentleman, with a wide and muscular build. “Good morning, Luna" he greets. “I’ve been assigned to your guard detail for the day. The name’s Jace.”

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.”

He reached the cabin and stopped at the base of the porch steps. He didn't look frantic. He looked profoundly confused. "Elias," Zane said, setting the canvas aside. "Is the grid stable?" "The grid is perfect," Elias said, his voice deep and calm. "There are no disputes. There is no Rot. The human ocean is empty." Elias looked at me. "I am here because of a boy," Elias said. I wiped my hands on my apron and walked to the porch railing. "A boy?" "A ten-year-old pup from Iron Crest," Elias said. "His name is Jace. His pack sent him to the Academy for assessment. They thought he was a wrong-assessment."

I was Jace Steele, a sly, deadly fox who would never know what it means to love a family. I cursed for the last time before pulling the trigger.