Jace Wayland Novels & Stories

The bond was colder. Jace and Elias sat across from me. The fire between us. “So,” Jace said after a while. He poked the fire with a stick. His voice was careful. Light. Deliberate. “You know what’s weird? I’ve been in, like, six wars. This is the first one where the battlefield got eaten by the ocean.” Elias huffed. It wasn’t a laugh. “You were in two wars.” “Six,” Jace said. He glanced at me. “You weren’t there for four of them. You were off being broody in some mountain.”

Jacob approached me as I walked into the kitchen. “So what’s the deal boss, why are we here?” I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the self and a glass. I poured myself a glass and sipped it. Jacob stared at me waiting for an answer. I flashed a devilish grin at him. “We are going to war.” He looked at me, confused. “With who and why?” I finished my drink and set the glass down. “Joseph King. He shouldn’t have double-crossed me.”

As if she was used to this, Marcello paid no heed to them and simply walked in with James. When they entered, a man walked over to them. Wearing a black robe, he had a somewhat handsome-looking face and exuded evil vibes. He looked at Marcello who was grabbing James’ arm. Upon seeing the man, Marcello immediately released her grip and greeted him, “Jace…” The man before them was Jace, one of the most talented cultivators of his generation in the Demonic Realm. Along with Myles Nemo, they were regarded as the two geniuses.

He would kill even without caring about the consequences and it came a time when I was even afraid of myself. So, precisely, I have three consciousness in me including mine but a lot of people only know me and Andy. Jack only shows up when he wants to do something bloody and he has no emotions whatsoever. He enjoys the smell of blood so much that at one point, I once thought that he was a vampire. But he never consumes blood, that is the only thing that consoles me. Looking at the sky full of stars, I sighed in relief. I have already put the Jones family behind me and now I look forward to what I will do next. My life has been shrouded in darkness for a long time but I am starting to see som

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.

Instead, it feels like a riddle. Because the more I watch Jace, the less he looks like the mastermind I’ve built in my head. Yes, he’s arrogant. Yes, he’s untouchable, the crown prince of Blackridge. But the way he carries himself—controlled, careful—feels less like a boy who orchestrates disappearances and more like someone covering cracks.

Elena raised a brow. “If it’s about another one of your conspiracy theories involving the royal family and alien lizards, I’m turning this car around.” “No,” Jace said, clutching his cup. “Better. Man. Hot man.” Elena snorted. “I need specifics. Height? Hair? Estimated emotional damage?” “He’s tall,” Jace sighed, looking dream drunk already. “Dark hair. Probably early thirties. Handles code like a literal god. Saw him at that coworking space I go to sometimes. He was debugging like…” Jace pressed a hand to his chest. “Like art.”

All I hear is a nine year old boy under his sheets, making fake calls, trying to reach the aliens. Not even acting like a villain. “Keep dreaming.” “I see I was too lenient.” The only thing keeping from ending the call was making sure he wouldn't go back on his action. "You know what your problem is? You think you can survive without me. I got you to where you are right now, Eva." His voice dropped lowe. "You're nothing without me. You were nothing before me, and you'll be nothing without me.” On the surface Jace might appear to be a very gentle man with loads of knowledge in his head. But when he talks? All you’d hear is a toad croaking.

I love Alpha and Luna so much, and it pains me to see them sad because of their drowning son. Furthermore, Liam is Alpha's baby. Jace can't have kids with anyone else and it will be unfair to deny him a chance of being a father or having an heir. Also, Liam is going to shift one day and I don't want to hide anything from my son. I want him to grow up with a family. I want him to experience a werewolf way of life and learn everything like every wolf should. If he decides otherwise in the future, it's upon him. "You know he is human, and I'm already mated. It doesn't work that way, Nia, at least not with me" Even when things don't work between Jace and me, I will never run in the arms of anoth

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.