Novel & Cerita Jace Wayland Shadowhunters

“But..the books..” “I know what the books say. And I know..my mother.” Jace flipped a few pages again and landed on something terrifying. There were 5 dark shadows with their eyes all red and glowing. They had claws, sharp enough to slice someone’s neck like butter. “Who are they?” “These are the ones who terrorized the whole village. And they’re the only ones who’re the true reason behind that conflict.” “I need to know who..Hailey. I have to know. I have to clear my mother’s name.”

Kaelen roared telepathically. Caleb and Jace were like a well-run slaughterhouse. Caleb fired his heavy brown shape into the mess, his jaws crunching the bones with sickening sounds, flinging full-grown wolves like ragdolls, off of him. Jace, a deadly grey ghost, cut throats and tore tendons, before his opponents were even aware he was there. Vane and his Lycans marched through the thickest of the swarm, their huge, crushing claws piercing armor and flesh with the efficiency of two legs.

Jacen and Noah are there with me. Finally, Jacen and Noah stopped in the middle of the forest. They said they are going to hunt here. They have very sharp ears to notice a small moment around them. Iam, not a vampire, I just watched their moments as a Vampire. I have never been outside, so Vampire hunting is a new thing to me. One day Jacen told me, some humans lost their path and ended up in Slateville or Ravewood. Those people are the only victims of vampires. But Jacen's family isn't interested in hurting human that's why they hunt animals or use blood bags. They rarely drink human blood.

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.

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 wanted to replay it over and over again when suddenly, I stopped working. I could actually check on Jace and see who it was that he had killed. I decided to start going through the wanted list of the police for a Jace who was still at large. I mean, we werewolves had our own way of getting every last piece of information that we desired. It was never an easy task but I can assure you that we fared through fair enough. Eventually, he popped up and the picture on the screen had to be him when he was much younger. He had killed some doctor they claimed called 'Diddy'

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

She responded, looking up at him, "Impatience persistent in the thought produces sadness to the spirit. You are aware that you are living in America in the twenty-first century, correct? As she stood, Zachary mocked her. Zachary was tall, powerful, and guarding. His name, in Nate's opinion, was a good fit for him, as were his face's nearly flawless facial angles and the halo-like appearance of his blonde hair. It was actually his personality, though, that made her think of an angel. Zachary loved people with a deep passion. He served as a mentor, a watchdog, and a leader. He enjoyed teaching younger generations the most. After the Battle of Brier Creek, Nate discovered him. A new vampire who

Chapter 23: Shadows of the Past In the midst of the seemingly tranquil days, shadows of the past stirred, casting doubt on the fragile equilibrium Adrian and Seraphina had fought so hard to establish. A series of ominous events unfolded, revealing that the scars of history were not easily healed. One moonlit night, as the hybrid child looked out over the peaceful alliance from the highest point of the werewolf territory, a mysterious figure emerged from the shadows. The silhouette bore an uncanny resemblance to a long-lost enemy—an ancient vampire who had once sought to annihilate the werewolf clan.

Empusa knew a few wolves in that area, and Sekhmet knew of some vampires, as well. It seemed as good a place as any to begin. William considered the people in their party as they walked shoulder to shoulder through the massive doors of the castle. So many things were different now. He glanced at the beautiful woman who walked on his right side and tender feelings filled his chest. She was such a miracle to him. He considered Empusa and Sekhmet, both of whom were now permanent fixtures in his life, thanks to the blood bonds between them all. He had to admit Empusa may have been right. For so many years he'd been isolated; with only Paoli in his world and the never-ending deaths he was forced