Shadowhunters Jace Herondale Novels & Stories

Something ancient stirred, uncoiling. The stranger stopped a few feet away, visibly tensing as his gaze snapped between them. He hadn’t spoken yet, but Rhett could feel the energy ripple around him—wrong, off, important. “Who are you?” Rhett asked, already suspecting he wouldn’t like the answer. The man met his eyes finally. “Jace Rowan. Beta of the Hollowshade Pack.” Mira’s voice was barely a whisper, “He’s mine too.”

The new generation of both predatory descents was unaware that the peace they were enjoying would come to an end in their time. To some, immortality is a gift. For me, it is a curse. I could never let my guard down for one minute. And one, in particular, had concerned me since I sensed his existence. Jace Bradford. “The puppy still bothering you?” asked Henry. Jace watched Rory drive away, waving at her enthusiastically until her car disappeared into the curve. It has been centuries since I’ve come across someone I cannot read. Henry knew why Jace’s presence bothered me, but the moment he kissed Rory, all his shields crumbled down, and I got all the facts that I needed.

—echoed like a ticking bomb inside my chest. Why turn himself in now? Why after all this time, after everything he’s done? Because he was done being the hunter. He wanted to become the bait. And we were too grief-drunk to realize it. The Chevres. That name has been vibrating like a warning in my skull. Rosetta. Damon. The whole damn bloodline. They’re still out there. Jace pulled the bike to a stop by a cliff that overlooked a black stretch of forest. Stars bled into the open sky. For a second, it felt like we were just...people.

Well, two of the three males were human, they had all been visited by the Ugly Fairy—one was so ugly it was almost fascinating—and the one in the center was clearly the shifter behind the creation of the game preserve. The trio hadn’t come into pack territory at the same entrance as the other humans, so Tasha could only guess that they had taken advantage of the pack being preoccupied during the attack to force their way through the gap Tao hadn’t yet had the chance to fully secure. Humans wouldn’t have stood a chance against it, but another shifter could. “So, I was just wondering,” she began in a flat tone, “what’s the plan?” Eyes the color of a dark storm landed on her, twinkling with mal

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.

Jace began, “now known as Luna Kate Kessler, was once a member of my pack. She is my childhood friend, a true companion, and a very important part of my life.” His grin widened. “Kate and I were college sweethearts. We started dating after the traditional waiting period.” My hands clenched into fists. Every word felt like poison as he continued. “We have planned our future together. I publicly announced Kate as the future Luna of Mystic Shadows Pack.” The room became deathly silent. Anger curled in my chest as I could barely breathe, my heart racing frantically. Jace’s gaze swept over the room. “Although I found my fated mate… I still chose Kate as my mate under my rights as Alpha.”

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.

even turned me to be one of his official assassins or Hunter when I only turned thirteen or twelve years old, I can't remember. I'm the youngest Hunter in history because most people become hunters or assassins in their late twenties. Of course, they don't know anything about my identity and my real name. Due to Headmaster or dad hate it when I call him Headmaster. I don't even know how he did it. But they all know me as one of the deadly Hunters and one of seven deadly killers under the Headmaster. I killed werewolves, vampires, witches, demons, and even devils for most of my missions. I'm not like the other heartless hunters who kill every creature that catches their sight, not me. But tha

His eyes soften as he looks at me, displaying the same emotion I saw in Malcom's eyes when he discovered Shauna was his mate. Except for the lycan in front of me, those eyes are filled with longing. At that point, I realized he was aware. We'd been back and forth for a while, and he knew I could be his mate. “NO” I gasp in horror when I realized it might be real that I am mated to a f**king Lycan.

Swoosh! There was a flicker. Then, a man appeared before James, blocking the aggressor’s path. Wearing a black robe, the man looked about twenty-five years of age. Not only that, but he had a somewhat handsome-looking face. His face darkened as he glared at the middle-aged man and roared, “Get lost!” He was Jace Sterling. Sensing that someone was up to no good, Lucifer said, “If anyone dares harm James, the Hadean Clan shall annihilate his entire sect!”