Shadowhunters Jace Novels & Stories

He folds, hands pawing uselessly at the shaft like he can convince it to be a splinter instead of a death. Hazel steps out from behind a stack of crates, bow already drawn again. Her eyes flash when she sees me. “Thought you could party without us?” she calls. I see Jace, low and fast, a knife in each hand. He drops a wolf with a quiet, neat cut and shoulders through to us like he’s heard the phrase target acquisition and decided to build a religion around it. Mara follows with three of ours, calm as glass, her expression the kind that makes men forget they had bravado.

In the distance, I see headlights racing toward me. Please be Jace. Please be Jace. The car screeches to a stop, and Jace jumps out — Tyler and two other guys from the hockey team are with him. "Get in!" Jace shouts. I run toward the car, but something slams into me from the side — one of the hunters, a man with dead eyes and too-sharp teeth. "Got you, little Ancient," he snarls. His hand closes around my throat, and pain explodes through my body. But it's not the electric pain from before. This is something else. Like he's trying to drain something out of me.

“Go, prepare my dark shadow dagger. Get me more about this Edith Walson.” I responded as I walked away angrily and anticipating that day when I will put an end to the one man who keeps causing lot of havocs. “Can't you make peace with him instead of going up for a fight?” Snow Darcy pleaded as she walked into the room. “Make peace? I am Jace Steele, an original and I cannot be killed.” “An original, because you are a hybrid? Huh?” Her question shocked me as I squinted my eyes a bit.

Hunter replied coolly. “Nothing personal? Nothing personal?” I screamed. “You ruined my reputation. My chances to get into a decent college. And took a year of my fucking life!” “Keep her here,” Jace instructed, letting go of me. Hunter took over, spinning me around, so my back was against his chest, and wrapped his arms around me to hold me still. Unlike Jace, he was too smart to my liking and hooked a leg around mine, so I couldn’t kick either. I was locked into one place and couldn’t do a damned thing about it.

"You make too much mess some days." "I'm talking about Jace." Getting up, he flicked my forehead with the back of his hand. "I didn't know you were cheating on me. Shouldn't I punish you?" "Go away!" I pushed away. "Let me mourn. Do you've white clothes? Shadow hunters wear white on death." "We also wear white," He deadpanned. "And are you insinuating to wear my clothes?"

She grabbed his arm and pulled, but he didn’t budge. “Kyrell, you’ll kill him!” She screamed, her voice raw. It was what got to him. Kyrell grunted, chest heaving like a wild animal, and forced himself to step back. Jace lay slumped against the ground, his face a bloody ruin. And yet, he smiled. A sadistic, fleeting little smile before his eyes rolled back and darkness claimed him. ***

Mind & Heart by Tristan Barton plays softly, the melancholy melody filling the car. I lift my hand, gently placing a finger under Jace’s chin, guiding his face toward me. His eyes, once brimming with confidence and arrogance, are now sunken and haunted. In this moment, he’s not the Jace Adkins I know—the bold, self-assured man—but a lost little boy, burdened by the pain of visiting the graves of parents who were stolen from him.

Nine days before the draft, Jace's power nearly killed him. I was in the stands at dawn, watching him run drills alone on the empty ice. Helena had given the team a rest day, but Jace never rested. He skated in brutal circles, slapshots echoing through the rafters like gunfire, his breath coming in harsh white bursts. Then he stopped. His stick clattered to the ice. His body went rigid, and a sound escaped him—half growl, half scream—as gold light bled from his eyes and poured down his cheeks like liquid fire.

"Why'd you come to a street race if you don't want to bet?" My eyes widened in shock and my head snapped in Jace's direction accusingly. "You bought me to an illegal street race?" I snapped at him. He sighed. "Don't get mad Bambi. I swear I had a good reason." "And what's that?" I demanded, my voice still laced with anger. But before he could answer someone interrupted us. "Scarlett?" I froze. That voice. Hunter! He was wearing a leather jacket. His hair was messy. Damn it! Why does he have to be so beautiful!

I might vomit. Jace has always been my faithful servant and childhood friend. Now he is standing behind me while using his strength against me, and I suddenly realize how helpless I am. I feel like a lamb cornered by the big bad wolf. Is he going to silence me in fear of me exposing his secret? And wait, if Jace is Alpha Lucifer, is he a shape-shifter? Are we the same age, or...has he been pretending to be the same age as me? Can he appear younger by his own will or something?! Just what is going on?