Shadowhunters Jace Novels & Stories

Jace Cole Blackwood is an Ohio accountant in J.Crew until he finds his wife Sarah on her knees for Malrik Dread, the Beast Alpha who runs SoHo in a black SUV with no plates, inside her bridal boutique on Prince Street. Broken and humiliated, Jace walks into Blackwood Tower on 5th Avenue for a divorce mediation and meets his cousin Kael Wolfe Blackwood. Six-three, billionaire Alpha CEO, Tom Ford black suit open at the throat, burning hot hands, cedar and rain scent, amber eyes that flash gold, a wolf tattoo on his collarbone. Kael offers a deal: Marry me. Flash marriage. Become my Luna. I will make Manhattan bow. Jace says yes. Kael bites. Gold mark burns. But Manhattan's pack border is b

I whispered softly to Jace. A smile tugged across the corners of his lips and we split and circled the house. He was a low-level hunter, pale and bleeding out, struggling to heal his wounds. Fuck the Council. A cold sensation ran through me as I grabbed his neck; the murderous intent that burned inside held me tight and I clamped down hard. “Please, she's gone…” he cried. “Who?” “The silver girl…” he explained. My face sank and my grip loosened. My heart sank.

“So you wish to add a wolf-less Luna to your list of conquests? That's not very befitting of a Lycan King.” “Can you blame him? He didn't even have to say two sentences and Ashley here's quite ready to spread her legs and let him lay claim to her. Isn't that right? You worthless whore?” Lucas spat, still struggling to free himself from the Lycan King's mental command of submission. Zane said nothing, and gave me a quick glance, signalling for us to continue moving. “Stop!” Jace shouted again, finally managing to push himself up to his feet. He staggered a little, but he had won the battle regardless. “You can't leave with her!”

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.

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.”

They wore sleeveless shirts, showing off the big arms covered in tattoos. What has he gotten himself into? I half ran towards them. One of them turned slowly, his eyes landing on me. “Are you Charlotte Hale?” he asked calmly. My breath caught. My eyes darted between the men standing beside Jace. “Yes.” Everything that happened next was like a scene from a crime movie. Before I could blink, one of the men lifted his gun and smashed the butt of it against Jace’s head. Jace fell to the ground with a thud and lay there, unconscious.

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.”

Jace said quietly, he knew that Red Wood and Moonlight would be on their way here, he just needed to hold out. “Kneel.” He said eagerly. “Who are you? What pack is this?” Jace asked, looking at all of them. “Knox Alpha of the Shadow pack, now kneel.” Knox grinned triumphantly. Jace let out a long breath as he kneeled. He was not one for dramatics but he needed to keep everyone safe and this was the way so be it. “Let them go.” Jace said from his knees. “I love you.” Nora's mind link came through and he prayed that she had listened and was getting herself and Mallory to safety.

After hearing from my father I realized that Jace is grieving , that he never healed from the pain he felt after the loss of his parents and in such a manner, he never went back to the real him, seems like that person died with his parents and that one thing I could relate with, looking at how Gemini was a total shadow of herself when she lost her parents in that freak accident that happened. I long ago stopped hating Jace but has grown to really like him even , so when the whole phantom thing was found out I was very worried for him and would have gone to see him if not for the fact that the phantoms were witches and they can read minds, we don’t want them realising that the hybrid they so

“Why are you shaking?” Tyler sat beside her before wrapping his arms around her. Catherine kept her emotions bottled up, but the moment Tyler held her in his arms, soft sobs escaped her lips. “Jace shifted…” She mumbled softly and clutched Tyler’s shirt. Catherine had always tried to act brave, but this event shook her too much. “Yes! And everyone is so happy…” “Not me! I hope I didn’t see it!” Her brother, Jace, the next Alpha of the pack, shifted in the middle of the night, but he was not able to run to the forest and instead shifted in front of the packhouse.