Shadowhunters Jace Herondale Novels & Stories

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.

Bella turned towards the man, finding Jace Mendoza leaning on the door frame in all his glory. Her eyes widened, not expecting the man to pay her a surprise visit. Last she heard, he was in Colombia doing a top-secret mission of sorts. Said mission must've been over if he was already here standing in front of Bella. "Didn't know you were coming, shadow. You should've told me before hand." Bella spoke, before continuing what she was doing. "Why? Am I not welcome?" Jace-- or Shadow, asked. Like Bella, Jace Mendoza was an assassin who graduated from the same academy as her. He was known as Shadow, notorious for his stealth and skill to keep himself hidden as his name suggests.

"He's a good guy Scarlett. He's a little lost right now. Sometimes all we need is for someone to find us. Bring him back, you're the only one who can." I looked into Jace's eyes and I could see his honesty. I could tell that he still cared about his friend. The sound of the door-bell jingling caught our attention. Every ounce of breath left my body when I saw who it was. Hunter. His eyes scanned the shop leisurely until they finally found mine, and widened in shock. This was the first time I was seeing him ever since that incident with Nichole. The first time I was seeing him ever since I've found out the truth.

"What was that? Elle, all I heard was Jace. What the hell is wrong with you, Elle? you know I hate cliffhangers," "I'm sorry, let me make it clear," she nodded, "Jonathan Christopher -" I stopped. "Yes? Go on," Hera commanded. I took a deep breath and continued. "Jonathan Christopher is Jace De Leon. " I finally let it out with a whiff of fresh air.

Damon snarled viciously. “Stay away from her.” The Herald tilted its head. “The child carries the blood of two worlds… but also the echo of a third.” A cold wave washed over me. “What third?” Its eyes brightened. “Jace.” Damon lunged. “I’ll tear you apart!” Gemma and Asher grabbed him, holding him back with every ounce of strength. I stepped closer. “Explain. Now.” “Jace Vale,” the Herald said, “carried the dormant echo of the First Hybrid Queen. When he touched you, when his blood mixed with yours in the rituals, he unknowingly passed the echo to your unborn child.”

Her dark hair was pulled into a tight braid, the scar slicing across her cheek giving her an edge of brutal beauty. Valerie lounged with her boots kicked up, blonde curls a stark contrast to the glint in her eyes. She twirled a knife in her fingers like it was a paintbrush. Jace was quiet, unreadable. He sat nearest the wall. Barely out of his teens, with his fingers dancing across a tablet, he was the hacker prodigy who could crumble governments from behind a screen. Damir sat beside Jace. The sniper. Icy blue eyes. A face like winter’s wrath. He didn’t speak.

Eyes the color of molten steel, drawing others in with their magnetic intensity. It was snowing outside yet he still wore a t-shirt, which showed off his muscles. Tattoos peeked from his sleeves. I thought I was still in my dreams. “…Jace?” I murmured. “Yeah,” he held my hands. “How are you feeling?” “I…I don’t get it…Why are you here?” Jace was my childhood playmate. He lived next door to me in a scratchy neighborhood. I always thought that his family was poor as mine. Until one day, he moved away out of the blue and that was when I leant that he was High Gale Pack’s Alpha’s bastard son.

I pointed out, getting on the bike while I waited for her to join me. She got on the bike and her smaller hands found their way around my waist, gripping tightly. Was that the loud sound of my heartbeat speeding up? What was this craving coursing through me? Get a fucking grip Hunter. “You know I’m curious, Hunter. Why are you helping me? Your kind has been murdered endlessly by wolves and vampires and yet here you are, risking your life for me,” She whispered. I blew out a wisp of breath out of my lips as I started the engine, navigating on the deserted main road.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

he continues before letting me go and meeting my gaze. I tilt my head. "The nightcrawlers. It turns out they're not what I thought they are. Remember when you met Syria?" I nodded. "You healed her and brought her back, and she was a nightcrawler," he says. I went silent for a few seconds before I realized something and my eyes snap at him. Yes, I remember now. Syria was a nightcrawler, and when I touched her... "That means all the others are..." I looked at Hunter who nods before saying, "Dragon shifters. They were cursed, but you can lift it. You can save them, just like you saved Syria," he tells me as I step back and gasp.