Who Is Jace's Father House Of Dragon Novels & Stories

Jacob insisted. "I am saying to consider that because I want to know the truth behind your father's death," he explained taking a seat next to Marcus. "Dragons has no relation to Dad's death..." Marcus said knitting his brows in astonishment. "Oh, Jesus...how much this moron can fake?" Vincent thought hearing Jacob's words. "Is Draco responsible for Dad's death?" Mars asked cutting Jacob. "No...No!"Jacob frowned. "Guys you are taking me wrong. I am saying that this is the right time we should expand our social circle with the wizards.

I came down the stairs and Jace was standing in the foyer in a black suit with his hair actually styled for once and a look on his face when he saw me that made me feel‚ for the first time in days‚ like maybe I wasn't as broken as I thought. "Wow‚" he said. “Beautiful…” "You clean up nice‚ Thornton‚" I said. "You look... I don't even have a word. You look incredible‚ Aria." My mom was practically vibrating next to him. "Doesn't she? That dress was made for her. And Jace‚ tell me about your family. Aria mentioned your father is a warrior?" "Yes‚ Luna Diane. He's a senior warrior in the Silvercrest Pack‚ been serving about fifteen years now. My mom runs the pack's medical center."

'I'll cause a scene first, then blow your lousy marketplace to pieces,' Ray smirked inwardly. Caleb hadn't expected Ray to say something like that. He froze, his mind spinning. Someone… who wasn't afraid of Jace? Oh, right. This idiot clearly had no idea how powerful Jace really was. He sneered coldly. "Do you even know who Jace is?" Without waiting for Ray to answer, he went on, "Before the apocalypse, Jace's father was this in our city—" He raised his thumb in emphasis. Ray thought for a moment. Hmm… None of the city's top two leaders before the apocalypse had the surname Rodriguez…

She could do nothing but ignore their remarks. SANTIAGO MANSION Jace strode through the dimly lit hallways that led to his father's private study, a place known only to him. He had been summoned by his father, and judging by the look on his face, he was angry. Their relationship had never been good since the death of his mother and brother. As he entered the study, he noticed the expensive paintings, the chandelier, and the bookshelves. In the center hung a portrait of his late mother.

"He looks exactly like Leon and that is because of the truth surrounding their birth. Ruby Valtieri told us that the family had used the same surrogate mother for the both of them, and it seems she got pregnant with both of them at once through the DNA of the men so that's why they hold extreme resemblance to each other. However, one is from the main branch of the family, while the other is from the second branch. Jace is said to be more quiet and introverted than Leon, he's hardly ever seen outside so not a lot of people know things about him.” The idea was ridiculous, but the truth often was. "However, Jace didn't show anything that shows he knew who Rhea was, or anything of that sort," Ma

I met her gaze, my voice steady despite the fear curling in my stomach. “That Jace is his father.”

— As Jace emerged from the attic, the weight of the revelations heavy on his shoulders, he was met with the concerned gaze of Marvis, who had been anxiously awaiting his return. "What did you find?" Marvis asked, her voice filled with trepidation as she took in the haunted look in Jace's eyes. Jace hesitated for a moment, the words catching in his throat as he struggled to articulate the enormity of what he had discovered. "It's my father," he finally whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "He's... he's not who we thought he was." Marvis's brow furrowed in confusion as she moved closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch Jace's arm. "What do you mean?" she pressed, her voice

Ronan spat out. “Lance!” Jace growled, going forward. “Jace no!” Nora said, grabbing him by his arm. “He is Lance’s son!” Jace yelled, looking at Nora like she was crazy. “He is our daughter’s mate. He saved her life. He brought her out of the hunter’s curse.” Nora yelled at Jace. “He is still- “Are you your father’s son?” Nora said, narrowing her eyes. “Yes but-” Jace started and Nora cut him off.

She froze, then let out a long sigh before squatting in front of her child who was too wise for his age. "We are going to see your father" His eyes widened. "Grandpa said he's bad" Her heart shattered. Of course, her own father hated Arch for getting his daughter pregnant. He hated Arch for taking away his daughter from her family. He hated Arch for leaving Dahlia to raise the little boy alone. "No, Jace. Your father is not a bad man. He did everything he could to keep us safe" she said, embracing him. "Is he coming home?" Jace asked.

His mother. But she wasn't alone. Beside her, half-hidden by the snow, stood a man in a dark coat. Tall. Gray-haired. A gut that strained against his jacket. Gregory. Jace's father. And they were talking to each other like old friends. "They're working together," Marcus said. "His mother and his father. They've been working together this whole time. The detective act. The abandoned car. The blood on the seat. It was all a setup to push Jace into losing control. And it worked."