Jace Wayland Movie Novels & Stories

I gulped, this can’t be real, no no no no no “Oh but it is real” “what do you mean by you’re my wolf?” “Because that’s what I am, your wolf” Tears sprang to my eyes, determined to stop this madness the only way I know how, I took out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s from my bag and drank from it. “Don’t do that Devonne, it’s the full moon in the next five Days….. you finally get to see me, after so long” I drank again and said nothing. “I am a part of you, your trauma forced me into a place where I couldn’t come out, but now you get to meet me”

Takoda closed his eyes briefly, letting out a silent, long-suffering prayer for strength to whatever ancient primal gods watched over his bloodline. Jace looked incredibly pleased with his parting shot, turning on his leather heel and starting to walk back toward his muddy, oversized truck. Halfway across the gravel clearing, he looked over his broad shoulder, raising a hand in a mock salute. "See you both at Winter Lights," he shouted before climbing into the high cab and slamming the heavy door shut.

"Where are you?" It was no other than Jackson who was on the other side of the call. He was munching on an apple as he stared at his friend, Jace, from the other side of the phone. Jace was dressed in all black and was wearing a nose mask. "You don't know where I am? You can't see?" Jace replied, causing Jack to roll out his laughter. "You look like a ninja on a mission." "Well...that's no further from the truth. "

I wake up it’s a sunny Saturday morning. I go downstairs to the kitchen to get coffee and a bagel. I sit at the island and read the paper. Jace isn’t home, he had to go to London for a meeting about his art gallery. Which is fine, he spends most of his time here and has to go back maybe once a month, just to sign some papers that he can’t finish over to the phone or in an email. I never went to law school, I conquered my dream of becoming a wedding photographer and Jace is still an amazing artist with several great art galleries around the world.

“There she is.” “I’ve been smiling the whole time.” “You’ve been smiling politely. This is different. This is an actual smile.” “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m delightful, there’s a difference.” He bumped his shoulder against mine lightly, easy, uncomplicated, and I let myself lean into it for a second, grateful for the simplicity of it, the total absence of the strange, charged uncertainty that had been sitting in my chest for days. I didn’t notice Jace until it was too late to pretend I hadn’t seen him, standing near the edge of the quad by the athletics building, gym bag over one shoulder, clearly on his way somewhere before he’d stopped, watching us.

I watched him slide both hands into his pockets, while he stood with his shoulders high. I was running on nothing but adrenaline and concern for Darla’s health. Only the goddess knew what he planned to do to her. “I came here to tell you that I no longer want a part in this. I don’t want to be a part of whatever scheme you have going on, because you are not fighting for my people, you are not fighting for the banished, you are fighting for yourself!” Jace burst out laughing, throwing his head back as his rich laughter reverberated across the walls of the library. However, the laughter died just as quickly as it started, leaving him with a frown etched deep into the lines of his face.

“You boys still act like you did as teenagers.” Jace smiled and pulled her into his arms. “Hello, Mama H.” He kissed her temple and then turned to Bethany. “Bethany, I’d like you to meet Gabe’s mom. Mrs. H., this is Bethany Willis.” Enfolded in another warm hug, Bethany felt her reserve slowly melting around the infectious charm of Jace’s family. “It’s wonderful to meet you, dear.” “Oh hey, here’s Mr. H. now,” Jace said.

They wore sleeveless shirts, showing off the big arms covered in tattoos. What has he gotten himself into? I half ran towards them. One of them turned slowly, his eyes landing on me. “Are you Charlotte Hale?” he asked calmly. My breath caught. My eyes darted between the men standing beside Jace. “Yes.” Everything that happened next was like a scene from a crime movie. Before I could blink, one of the men lifted his gun and smashed the butt of it against Jace’s head. Jace fell to the ground with a thud and lay there, unconscious.

I guess hell was shocked to recieve a half delivery ? Crayton and his goons were all in on it . They provided Aeron to Nadia . They slaughtered Jace's pack on her command . They escaped any witnesses and managed to take down a whole pack only with the aid of Nadia's invisibility spells . I have a feeling that this is going to be Jace's next goal . To hunt them down and rip them apart one by one . It may be selfish but as long as he comes home safe to me , it doesn't matter .

It was hard to get into the heart of the pack. But he was mere hours away from Frost Moon Pack's main territory when he got a call from Luca, his Beta. “I just heard from the scouts. William was spotted outside the pack house of Frost Moon Pack.” Luca informed him. Jace was in his motel, eating a dry sandwich that he'd bought from a store. He tossed it on the table, standing to his feet at the news. “When?” He was already going to grab his things and his keys. “Early afternoon. He was with a woman.” Luca supplied.