Shadowhunters Jace Herondale Novels & Stories

"Unless you want me to drop you fifty stories." He walked toward the shattered window, the wind whipping my hair into a frenzy. "Wait!" Lucas’s voice came from the corner. He was trying to crawl up the wall, blood trickling from his lip. "You can't take her! She’s...she’s my mate!" The man stopped. He turned slowly, the glass crunching under his boots, and looked at him. "Your mate." His repeated, his voice dropping. "I don't even care if she's your wife or mother, she belongs to the Syndicate now."

Staff moved around prepping brunch, Lena stole pastries off trays, and I tried to look like a girl who was completely normal and unaffected and not hiding from anybody’s father. Then he walked in. Jace Steadman. Black sweater. Dark slacks. Rolled-up sleeves. A presence that filled the room like gravity. I panicked so hard I almost dropped my mug. He glanced at me — barely. Just enough to acknowledge I existed. Just enough to wreck my heartbeat. Then he returned to speaking with a chef about inventory. I turned to Lena, whispering, “See? I’m not avoiding him.” She deadpanned. “You’re whispering behind a pillar.”

" 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. "

Jake said watching my father. “Hunters don’t have two mates?” I asked sitting in a chair feeling completely unnerved. My father shook his head. “Not typically. Dyad’s are for alpha genes in hybrids, and hunters are typically drawn only to one mate.” He looked at Trenton. “How did you even know? When did you meet him?” My father’s eyes pointed to me and narrowed. I sighed. “He helped me when Drew was trying to attack me, probably kill me.” His eyes widened and he stormed out of the pack house with Jake on his heels.

Though the scene threatened to overwhelm me, the hum of our bond throbbed faintly between us, its warmth keeping me grounded. “We need to secure the area,” Lucan said, his voice quiet but commanding. “Search for survivors—and any of Kael’s people who might still be here.” I opened my mouth to respond, but a voice cut through the din. “There’s no need.” My heart lurched as I turned to see Jace moving through the wreckage, hands raised in surrender. Soot and blood streaked his pale face, but his green eyes were clear and unwavering. Nearby wolves tensed, low growls rumbling in their throats. Lucan lifted a hand to silence them. “Stand down.”

“I will not hide. I will be enough.” The air snapped like a harp string. Light uncoiled from the lattice and gathered into a single point at my chest. It grew and grew like a sun and I felt it press against the inside of the world. It wanted to come out. “Stop her,” Damon screamed, crawling up, blade in both hands. He swung and missed. A tendril of silver wrapped his ankle and dragged him out of reach. Jace did not move. His lips twitched into a laugh that might have been a sob. He held my gaze until his eyes bled black at the edges and then he nodded as if accepting a terrible truth.

While he was latching on to my breast, I smiled at the warm feeling in my chest and as if he could feel my smile, he snapped his eyes open for the first time, his eyes locking with mine making me gasp in shock, my breath stoping for a few seconds before I could breathe again, my heartbeat picked up speed. He's eyes, it was as if I was staring into Jace's eyes. The same shade of green. Why didn't he take my honey brown eyes and safe me the heart ache of staring into Jace's eyes. Here j was trying to push him away but he made sure his child was his clone. Looking at Hunter, I found myself wondering if Jace would have been able to kill him knowing he was he's exact replica? Maybe he would have

She dropped it with a gasp. Jace caught it before it hit the ground. “She’s using these. Drawing power from something ancient. I think Thorne found out. I think you just found proof of it.” Maren stared at him. He wasn’t just a stable boy. Not anymore. “Jace… what are you?” He met her gaze. And this time, there was no nervousness in his eyes. Only quiet steel. “I’m the last son of the Hollow Moon line. My family was slaughtered before I could shift. They thought they killed us all.”

She perched on the armchair nearest the window, tucking her legs beneath her, while Jace settled onto the couch opposite, his posture still sharp but less imposing. He leaned forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees. “Let’s start properly.” His voice was low, measured. “I’m Beta Jace…” He paused, as though weighing how much to reveal. “…of Blackthorn Pack. And, well—you’ve already met Alpha Julian Hale.” Her stomach clenched at the name. She kept her face carefully blank. “And you are?” Jace asked gently. Her fingers tightened against the armrest. “Kaelani.” She left it at that. No last name—because there wasn’t one, aside from the one she created to blend into the human world.

“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.”