Jace Wayland Movie Novels & Stories

He folds, hands pawing uselessly at the shaft like he can convince it to be a splinter instead of a death. Hazel steps out from behind a stack of crates, bow already drawn again. Her eyes flash when she sees me. “Thought you could party without us?” she calls. I see Jace, low and fast, a knife in each hand. He drops a wolf with a quiet, neat cut and shoulders through to us like he’s heard the phrase target acquisition and decided to build a religion around it. Mara follows with three of ours, calm as glass, her expression the kind that makes men forget they had bravado.

Dad whispers staring at Jace with an emotion I can't decipher. " I am confused too Dad, it's the first time I'm seeing his wolf or him in a fight" My mate has Leo pinned down and his canines sunken in the flesh of his neck. His aim is to kill. Jace is not after submission in this fight. To him, Leo is a threat that should be instantly eliminated. I look down at my son and sigh in relief. He is finally here. I bury my nose in his hair and greedily breathe in. He has mine and his father's scent, and it's so cute.

"I don't care what you think. Show me the footage." Damian hesitated. Then he pulled out his phone. Pulled up a video file. Handed it to me. I watched. There was Jace. Small and alone walking down a dark street. His backpack on his shoulders. His dinosaur probably in his arms. He looked exhausted. Scared. My baby. Then Michael appeared from an alley. I'd forgotten how big he was. How tall. In my memory he'd been gentle and soft but on the screen he looked massive next to Jace.

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.

It was bleeding. “Please tell me, it wasn’t me who did that?” Jace looked down and figured he might have scared me by accidentally highlighting his cuts. “No, no, Hailey. You didn’t.” “How can you say that? Every single person out there knows who did this. A fucking monster. The one beast who can’t even control her thoughts. You can’t even shift on command. Who can’t even respect her own mother’s funeral?” “Hey, hey.” Jace walked over to his pace was soft but quick. He pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me. Securing me from all this trauma. He caressed my head as I hear his heartbeat growing louder.

This is awful, I never, ever want to see it again. But everyone else around us is absolutely loving it, those fucking barbarians are cheering for their favorite like this is just a sport or something. I decide to keep my eyes shut for around ten more minutes, and then there's a huge collective gasp of horror. I open my eyes then and I see Jace shifting back to human -fully naked- to grab Leo's wolf form... his lifeless wolf form. "Jolene, what is-?" that's the last thing I hear. I feel everything going dark.

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.

Though the scene threatened to overwhelm me, the hum of our bond throbbed faintly between us, its warmth keeping me grounded. “We need to secure the area,” Lucan said, his voice quiet but commanding. “Search for survivors—and any of Kael’s people who might still be here.” I opened my mouth to respond, but a voice cut through the din. “There’s no need.” My heart lurched as I turned to see Jace moving through the wreckage, hands raised in surrender. Soot and blood streaked his pale face, but his green eyes were clear and unwavering. Nearby wolves tensed, low growls rumbling in their throats. Lucan lifted a hand to silence them. “Stand down.”

The witches run to hide saying that the spirit didn’t go back it attached itself to Jason. Jackson ran to Krystal trying to wake her up, but there was no hope she was already dead. Ace shifted into his wolf and began to attack Jason while everyone else tried to console Jackson. Ace's parents shift into their wolf to help him fight Jason. Sky held Krystal apologizing to her about everything that had happened.

he replied. "Who sent you?" "Elian." I grinned, feeling happy, and asked, "Jace, how do you feel about binging movies?" Jace smiled in return and said, "Considering I haven't had the time to watch a single movie for years, it sounds great." ### Jace and I binged five movies, and our opinions matched like we have been friends forever. Just like I expected, he opened up to me a little while into the second movie and started making comments freely. It was fun to watch the movies with him. Although I kind of wished Elian was here with me. I never thought I would miss that guy.