Jace Wayland Novels & Stories

"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.

"So everything is just an illusion created by my own fear?" That realization made Jace drunk on it. He gets hungry. He wanted to sink his claws into West's body and the creatures around him. He wanted so badly to devour those who were there. "Where's Rain?" "Remember, Jace! Remember who you are!" Erica shouted. Jace's consciousness was being pulled in all directions. Jace kept reassuring himself. "I am Jace Dauntess, ruler of the Kingdom of Darkwood, leader of the forces of darkness, and son of the slain king."

“It’s just a game.” Cage nodded, smirking. “Yeah. But try telling them that.” And with that, they kept jogging—content to let the wild ones burn themselves out up ahead. Jace, the firstborn son of Alpha Maximus, didn’t feel like he had anything to prove—not even a little. At just seven years old, he was already quick on his feet and sharp with his instincts. He didn’t play to impress anyone; he just wanted to have fun. Still, he always made sure to keep an eye on Zay. When things got too intense and Zay started throwing a tantrum, Jace would step in and tell him to cool it. He wasn’t exactly the peacekeeper type, but he knew when to take a step back and let things go. Zay… not so much. That’

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.

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.”

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

Jace finally turned back and stared directly at Elora but never stopped walking. "Were you attacked by a wild animal as a child?" I smacked him on his head immediately. "Jace! You don't ask a woman about her looks!" "I apologize," he said stiffly. "All my teacher here taught me was how to fight. I am the Beta of the Blackout Pack. My name is Jace, you?" "Elora," Elora replied, her voice firm. "Nice to meet you." Jace gave her an appraisal for a few seconds before turning to look at me.

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.

Jace turn my face back to his and kiss me again. After school the results came out for the test.Mr.Taylor called Jace down to his office and he went alone.Jack and Trent was.....I don't know.I was walking down the hall where the results were on the notice board,they marked the papers pretty fast.I waited till the crowd was smaller before I look at the board.There were two ties in first and second place. First place-Jace Taylor,max Jackson Second place-Daniel Thompson,Michael Wilson Fifth place-Willow Jackson

Great—camera man for a kidnapping. Christopher asks, “Since when are you out of prison?” They go back and forth, like two dogs gnawing on opposite ends of a bone. Christopher offers a truce. “Let my daughter go. I’ll send a mobile unit to pick you both up—with her safe, and us to have a talk. ” “Don’t fucking smart talk me,” Jace spits, half-laughing. He’s not entirely wrong. This Brotherhood Jace built—hackers, ex-military, medics, mercenaries—dark-blooded men who want to burn the system down. I’m one of them.