Shadowhunters Jace Novels & Stories

And because deep down, I didn’t believe this secret could stay buried forever. When I crept down the stairs for water, I found him sitting on the couch in the dark, staring at the TV screen—muted, barely moving. “You okay?” I asked. He turned slowly. “No.” I walked over and curled up beside him. He pulled me into his arms like he’d been waiting “We’re being hunted,” Jace said softly. “But I don’t regret it.” “Not even a little?” He shook his head, tightening his grip around me. “I’d do it all again. Every risk. Every lie. Every time I snuck into your room. You’re the one thing I don’t want to run from.”

At this point all we can do is try to hide. Suddenly, two wolves jumped out into the hallway, breaking down a door in their path. Jace steps in front of us and begins to shift into his wolf. He springs to action, intantly killing one of our attackers, his white and brown fur now covered in blood. "He said we have to run," says Carmen, who he must've just mind-linked.

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.

He said as Xander ducked from the new torrents of bullets. "Umm, I left it in the car. Didn't want to scare the new guy Flynn." He yelled as Jace got pissed off. He was angry that Xander was thinking about Flynn and fell very jealous. He felt like throttling his best friend and the only way to do that was kill that asshole who was shooting at them. If his timing was right, this was the perfect time to stand up. "Hey asshole" Jace called as he stood up from his cover and the Gunner turned to face him and shoot but found out he has run out of bullets.

The white sparkle was gone and she knew the curse was no more. She swayed on her feet when the huge double doors burst open and there stood Hunter with Rasmus, Luca, and Draken. Her eyes fell on the slit on Hunter's eyebrow from where the blood was oozing out before their eyes met. Jade pearls gazed into hazel dunes and tingles ran down their spines. Hunter inhaled sharply and her heart dropped smelling the most pleasant scent. The hidden part of herself whispered the truth gently in her mind while Hunter growled in absolute disbelief. "MATE!"

At that moment, Hunter received news of Jace's death. "Jace is dead?" Hunter's expression changed drastically when he heard the news, but he became calm very quickly. He wasn't concerned about the death at all. However, with Jace's death, the feud between the Beckards and Sebastian would go beyond the point of no return. Late at night, a strange, extremely thin figure in a burial suit pushed the door open to Hunter's room and entered. "Mr. Reynolds, things aren't progressing smoothly at all. All four of the experts sent to protect Jace have fallen, and even Jace himself has died at Sebastian's hand," Hunter said to Elton, looking grim.

He said. I just sat there completely in shock. Then I grabbed my champagne and chugged the class before setting it back on the table. Damien just smiled at me, trying to hide his laughter. “I don’t see how any of this is funny… Do you realize who I am?” I hissed. “Snow, trust me, I know everything there is to know about you.” He said. “No, I don’t think you understand… I am a Hunter. A VAMPIRE HUNTER… You are a Vampire. I’m supposed to kill you. Why would the gods make me your gifted mate? It just doesn’t make sense.” I said.

Messily, the back of my hands wiped the scorching tears in my eyes, and I tried to locate her. Though I couldn't fully see, a silhouette was standing at the entrance. With so much force I pushed past the sorrow blocking my chest and throat and whispered, “His body was just here.” “And now it's gone to meet Death.” “What?” “Annatoria, the Great Lycan won't be coming back.” Even Lyra wasn't unsusceptible to the sadness tearing me apart. I could hear it in her voice. “At all.” “No…” I groaned, my eyes searching here and there, my body no longer sitting still. “What have I done?”

Then, flashing through the void of my horrible, awful choices, a shout: “She’s one of them!” “No she fucking isn’t!” Dad roared, the sound so wild, so animalistic, that I hardly made out the voice as his. “Look at her arm.” He punctuated it with a swift blow, which was followed by the slump of a body against the floor. I dropped the body to the ground, disgusted. My arm no longer burned, but my cheeks did as I rose and forced a stake into the vampire’s heaving chest. I did not pause to look at my wrist; I did not dare to look at my Dads, at the other hunters. Shame clouded my head, and I stumbled back into the fray, desperate to shove aside all thoughts except the bliss of mindless movement,

Lucien’s POV Just as I expected, the knock came. I didn’t look up immediately. I already knew who it was. I had felt him the moment he got to the corridor. Jace never knew how to keep his emotions to himself. It was almost always too loud, even when he tried to hide them behind that Alpha posture he forced on himself. “Your Majesty,” one of the guards said from the other side of the door, with a careful voice. “Alpha Jace of Shadow Moon Pack is here.”