Shadowhunters Jace Novels & Stories

She snatched her arm immediately, hiding behind me with one hell of a pretentious smile. I recovered slowly thanks to my slow and weak wolf. I must have taken a couple of seconds longer before I raised my head. There he was. Jace. Dressed in a brown leather jacket, a white shirt, and some dirt bike jeans with a cowboy boot, Jace looked like the perfect cast for a hot cowboy guy in a movie. He took off his sunglasses when I looked at him, his beautiful blue eyes coming to light, but they weren't as friendly as before. His expression held anger. His focus shifted to Maya.

The new plan is that Shantel should make sure she brings misunderstanding between Constance and Jace. Which their plan worked. Shantel drugged Jace and lured him to the hotel room of the exquisite bar where they went out for a drink. Nothing happened between them but Shantel made it seem as if something happened by pulling Jace's shirt and snapping a picture with herself almost naked. She sent the picture to Constance. He also planned Constance's kidnapping so that she will see him as her savior and she will trust him. He already knows that Constance is Jace's wife right from the time they met in London. He loves Constance and that was why he enrolled in Constance's school to be close to her

I kept on trying to get an answer to my question but that already has gone out the window. There was really nothing much to worry about and I went to sleep. In this state, I had a dream. The dream had me having one jolly moment with Jace when suddenly, out of nowhere, there were bounty hunters everywhere. I asked Jace to hide and then I started to run when they all started laughing at my cowardice. They mocked my supernaturalism and even edged me. I suddenly stopped in my tracks and then I faced them. My claws draw and my eyes are really pissed. They were amazed and I told them that they found me, now I would tell them why they should have stayed away. And I attacked everyone. Blood and body

“Do I look like your personal servant? Or are you just delusional enough to think I’m your bitch?” “Oh, don’t be dramatic,” I said, grinning as I threw another bag his way. “Think of it as character building.” Jace was opening his mouth to retort when a new voice cut in, dripping with amusement. “Need some help?” Hunter appeared like a ghost, his sudden presence making both Jace and me jump. His grin was infuriatingly smug as he reached for one of the bags, ignoring Jace’s glare entirely. “Where do you want these, little monster?” he asked, hoisting the bag onto his shoulder effortlessly.

Hunter. Jace kicked off the phone. Fucking great he thought. He began watching her movement more intensely. Killing a hunter wasn't on his todo list tonight but the rules were the rules.

The scent hit me first—pine and leather and something dark that made my wolf whimper in confusion. "Well, well," Jace's voice was low and mocking. "The orphan finally gets what she deserves." I spun around, shock and pain warring in my chest. "What?" He stood there in his black funeral suit, hands in his pockets, that cruel smile playing at his lips. But something was different about his eyes—they looked almost... hungry. "You heard me," he said, stepping closer. "Maybe now you'll finally learn your place. No daddy to protect you anymore. No family to hide behind."

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

I am not going to attach my feelings to any hunter now. I got up and stormed out of his room to my room. I can't keep my cool now. "Why does he always say the things that hurt me the most? I thought that after so many years, he would have changed, but no, he is still the same douchebag that knows nothing but to hurt me mentally, emotionally, and physically." When his words rang in my ears again, a few tears slipped from my eyes. Jace is five years older than me. He is 29, and he was one of my trainers when I was living with the hunters. His quality of observing everything led him to know about me the most, but I hate him for the same reason. He always has the exact words to hurt me.

Hunter I stumbled down the dark corridor, my unsteady footsteps echoing softly off the stone walls. The flickering torches lining the hallway seemed to sway with my unsteady gait. I’d spent the evening drowning my sorrows with Jace, who had, surprisingly, turned out to be even more drunk than me. The night at the tavern had begun as an attempt to escape the relentless thoughts that haunted my mind, but it had spiraled into a drama-filled ordeal that left me as the reluctant voice of reason, pulling Jace away from further chaos.

The dragon flew away and grumbled. Jace waved cheerfully at him even though his face was ashen and his body weak. Jace walks escorted by the forces of darkness. They went to the City of Darkness to meet West and his siblings. After facing an attack by the werewolves at the memory plaza and losing Rain in plain sight, Jace becomes very weak. His body was increasingly showing a stronger monster side. He didn't even dare to appear before Rain when Benjamin took the girl away in her last moments.