Jace Wayland Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

And for a moment, the predatory lust in his heart was replaced by something much more dangerous: respect. "Well," Killian whispered, his own shift beginning to take over as his skin rippled with black fur and gold light. "If we’re going to die in the Gray, at least we’ll do it covered in their blood." The two most powerful outcasts in North Carolina stood side-by-side on the narrow bridge, a Blackwood Alpha and a Devonshire Hybrid, facing down an army of shadows.

Willow stared in horror as the Undead and monstrosities were slaughtering the Wolves and Hunters left and right. "I'm sharing with you a glimmer of the reality of what is to come." Karmina's voice slithered in her ear. A howl ripped through the air, drawing Willow's attention further into the battlefield. There, Jayce was being overwhelmed by the Undead while in his Werewolf form. Each one he took down, two more replaced it. He was being worn down by numbers. Aiden, in his Wolf form, stood protectively in front of an injured Amira while Leyla was desperately trying to stop the bleeding. Zalakai, in his true Demonic state, was unleashing Hellfire on everyone, foe or ally that dared be near hi

Cassia shared a parting farewell and went home. The next morning Cassia picked up Liliana and met up with the 2 best hunters in the village. Jacolby a mountain of a wildling. Whose appearance resembled an African lion with rich milk chocolate skin tone, and hard muscular body, with wash board abs. He was dreamy looking. His weapon of choice was a spear that he could throw with deadly accuracy.And Nessa a curly haired ginger who resembled a red fox. She had a lean body and nimble movements. Her pointed ears could hear sounds that would rival a vampire’s ability. Her weapon of choice was a sling shot. She was great at hunting small game and birds. Cassia armed with her crossbow and a quiver of

A shape shifted behind the leaves. Tall. Too tall. Its outline warped as it moved, stretching unnaturally, as if the shadows themselves were trying to stand upright. The whispers spiked, overlapping into something almost gleeful. Julian took a step forward. “Jace—wait—” The shape lunged. Jace fired. Once. The recoil jolted his arms. The shadow jerked back—but didn’t fall. Julian’s heart slammed into his ribs. “Jace!” he shouted.

"Why? What is Maddox really?" Winters hesitates. "Maddox Jensen is not his real name. His kind are known as Shadowwalkers—ancient beings with unique tracking abilities. They can follow a person's spiritual trace, what some might call an aura. Distance, disguises, even powerful glamours can't hide someone from a Shadowwalker once they've locked onto their essence." "And that's why he found me so easily," I murmur.

My silver scar pulsed faintly, a low-level hum that warned me of approaching power. "They want the 'Violet Engine' technology," Jace chirped from his perch atop the balcony railing. He had grown taller, his frame leaner and more lethal. He was now the head of the Shadow-Walkers, an elite intelligence network that kept our borders invisible. "Their ships are docked at the Neutral Port. They carry enough cannons to level a mountain, but they’ve dressed their soldiers in velvet and gold to call it a 'diplomatic visit'." I looked at Thane, who stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the bustling city below. He was my General, my Protector, and my Heart. He had replaced his old leather armor with

“You revealed it. The chaos was always there, hidden领头先发，紧接着，The Weaver vanished, her form dissolving into the void. The platform trembled, and a low hum filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. From the shadows of the void, figures emerged—not shadow creatures, but echoes of themselves, their faces twisted with rage and despair. Jessica saw her own echo, its eyes hollow, its hands dripping with black blood. “You can’t escape yourselves,” the Weaver said, her voice echoing through the void. “Face your shadows, or they will consume you.” The echoes lunged, and the battle began anew. Jessica fought her own shadow, its movements mirroring hers but faster, crueler. Kade’s echo wa

“My name is Cassandra Vermont, and my mum is Agatha Vermont, the Royal Luna and mate of King William, my father. Though he thinks we’re both dead, and we’d like to keep it that way.” Jace stared at her, his expression a mix of shock, confusion and an edge of something else she couldn’t quite read. When his silence persisted, she felt herself wither. He hadn’t outright proclaimed her a traitor to the Kingdom or rejected her as a wolf in his pack, but he also hadn’t pulled her into his arms and reassured her he didn’t care. Logan did. With Jace lost in his thoughts, the Shadow Forest Alpha tugged her into his embrace, holding her so her back was to his chest, and she could keep her eyes on Jac

"The lineage is already safe, and you're an amazing ruler. If I have to die to save you, the pups, and protect everyone else, then I will" I reach up and grab his face and stare into his eyes. I can't see any shadows, but I know whose work this is. "What did Jace tell you about the Shadows?". "That they don't create conflict or emotions. They just exacerbate it". "Anything else, or was that it?". He looks at me, confused. "That was it. He said you would know more". I go on to tell him, as he needs to know for all our future battles.

Prophecies upon prophecies created to keep everyone in a single place like pigs in a pen, always chasing a goal that we were never going to reach. Maybe... Maybe werewolves and Lycans were never meant to get along— But then, even when I had seen Ashley as a werewolf—no—even when she had been considered wolfless, I had still fallen in love with her. Yes. Our love was hope for a brighter future. I couldn't give up just yet. The world narrowed to a tunnel of fire and blood, and at the end of it, I saw them. Jace, wielding the relic. An older woman by his side, clothed in dark robes.