Jace Wayland Novels & Stories

"Neither Jasmine nor I would ever break your trust." He nodded. "I can give you the short version. She basically killed her wolf when she was twelve by eating wolfsbane. And she got help from some witches to bring her wolf back from the dead." "Is such a thing possible?" I asked, leaning forward in my chair, amazed. I'd never heard of someone losing their wolf, and definitely hadn't heard of them getting it back. I wanted to learn more, but I could tell Tyce wasn’t going to be open about it. Maybe Gigi would eventually feel comfortable enough to open up to me, especially now that we were technically going to be related.

"calm down tiger! nothing much just now I know that you are Arianne Alessandra Miller. Born on August 17 and your 16. You are the editor in chief of your school journal. You're a candidate for being your batch valedictorian. That makes you nerdy much huh? No boyfriend since birth. And you love to eat, that I know already, although you're not fond of exercise or any other strenuous activity." "whoa stalker much? and to whom do I have to show my gratittude for giving my personal information to you?" "don't worry that much baby, you're all good! so why you're still awake now?" Jace said ignoring her question about his source. "I don't have school tomorrow!" "lucky you! unlike us." "you don't se

I asked Jace in a confused way. Jace is the soon to be Alpha of my pack, the blood moon pack. He's so kind and soft hearted, he's the opposite of his father the alpha. We've been friends for long, Raven, Jace and I have been friends since we were kids. "No, it's not like it's a serious case you know. " He replied and shrugged. "Can you at least make me understand what's going on? And since when did we started hiding things from each other? " I questioned him while giving him a scrutinizing look.

“Of course. Honestly, I’d even be willing now, but with your treatment I’d worry you’d end up having to take care of me instead. So better to wait a few years. I’m still young anyway.” Hearing her speak with such certainty about their future filled Louis with even more determination to beat the illness. He nodded. “Alright, I’ll do my best to give you that.” “Not your best—you must,” Adora corrected firmly. When they reached the Walker estate, Jace came running out before they even got out of the car. He had just turned ten, tall for his age, tanned from his love of sports, and full of sunshine. Spotting his uncle and aunt, he greeted them warmly. “Uncle, Aunt!”

Jades pov Jade’s pov “Jade,What are you doing here this late?”Alpha Luca asks. I stand there at his office door looking at him. It’s been 3 days since his been by the ranch. And he looks like complete shit. Alpha Luca is everything you read about werewolves. His 6’5 and built like a god. Has the most amazing hazel eyes, you have ever seen. Then you throw in a dark beard and perfectly cut short hair. I swear, when we go out even with his mate hanging off of his arm every girl stops.

" You know what let's just start over. It's clear you have the upper hand here because I'm in your room and you're a big strong man." His eyebrows furrowed as I spoke. " I'm Sayd, Sayd Pierce," I said walking from the bed and stopping in front of him. "Kace," he said making eye contact with me for the first time. His eyes were the brightest brown, almost hazel. His bow-shaped curves into a smirk complimenting his perfectly curved face. It wasn't hard to point out how handsome he was, almost breathtaking "Nice to meet you, Kace," I said breaking off my stare and clearing my throat. " And thank you for not leaving me at the party. "

His home was a pictorial representation of their rich history and all the things that they had stored with every passing generation. The werewolves of Belmont Falls were a proud clan who protected their own with their lives. He had run from his duty for far too long. He knew that the messenger was coming when he felt that surge of power coursed through his veins. He was the first born son of three. He had a brother and a sister. Jace was twenty eight years old now. He had not seen his family in over ten years and he wasn't sure these were the best circumstances to see them.

His Father chose that mansion in the forest because the whole forest belonged to their pack and Elias could train there with the warriors without causing damage to the society at large. The warriors lived in the mansion, a mansion so big there were so many rooms available. Asides warriors, only female servants were taken into mansion and allowed to serve Elias. That’s what Elias wanted, that's how it had always been, until one rainy morning. “He looks small and weak,” muttered a guard at the gate. “Looks too skinny to be of use.” “That’s Jace Lacewood, he is 19 years old...don't mind his appearance.” said the woman beside him. “He is the new help from the southern border for the warriors to

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.

The world looked beautiful from up here and so peaceful. Yet within him, Jace felt a war. This was the same city where his parents had been taken from him, where Victor Crane still thrived, untouchable for too long. Jace tightened his grip on the railing. Beauty and rot lived side by side. And today, he and Elias would try to tear one of them down. Strong arms wrapped suddenly around his waist, pulling him back into the warmth he had just left. Jace startled slightly, then relaxed as Elias’s familiar scent enveloped him. A kiss pressed softly to his cheek.