American Dragon: Jake Long Novels & Stories

He felt himself stumble back dark gaze falling on claws large enough to rip him apart and took another step back his chin high. ‘’State the reason for your presence.’’ The joker in him wanted to disclose the birds and the bees talk but dragons weren’t particularly known for vibrant personalities and sense of humor so he opts to ride with the truth. ‘’I come to Lord Donald. Leader of the Dragon Clan Sanctuary and have come to deliver a message from the Chicago Security Elementals Commander.’’

my wolf leapt with joy and continued "I want to mark her right here, right now. She's magnificent!” -"Hold your horses Drako. You can't possibly believe that a simple omega is my mate. So do not expect from me anything spontaneous. Besides I already have a Luna, Jina" I told my wolf. -"Are you completely nuts? Jina is not our Luna. She is fake and too ugly for our taste" Drako contradicted. -"Speak for yourself pal". -"So Alpha Maximus what do you think about our plan? Do you think that it has any possibilities?” Jake asked me interrupting my inner conversation with Drako.

" James encouraged. "Ahhhhh, Sable." Ally groaned. " Ally groaned "Aroooooo." Sable howled. "Baby you're breath taking." Jake said in awe. Jake and James quickly change into their wolves. Zeus is Jake's wolf, and Riker is James. Zues is black as coal, and Riker is a mixture of grey and black with black ears and paws. "Aroooooo." Zeus howled. "Aroooooo." Riker howled.

Sending the man back 300 feet at least hitting a few trees on his way. A man with short brown hair walked out, he had red brown eyes and it was a little unsettling to Jake to say the least.He looked like a demon to Jake but other then that Jake couldn't get a good look.Making it hard for him to assess the new man standing in front of him. Glory looked at Jake and whisper to him “He read minds, be careful what you think.” Jake just nodded and waited, when the man came into view he had a short black sleeve shirt that showed off his tattoos and muscles. There was a dragon spiraling down his arm, and the initial “HE” on his arm, Jake didn't doubt that there were other tattoos on his back by th

I told him. He grabbed the empty glass and tossed it up with a laugh. Without looking at it, I raised my arm and opened my hand in its direction. The glass exploded in the air. He ducked the shards that came from it. Then he looked at me like I had grown horns and a tail. I chuckled a little at his reaction. "What the fuck was that, Wesly?" He asked me in shocked disbelief. "I am a warlock, Jake. My mother is a witch. My powers have only recently surfaced." It felt like I had just shed a ton of bricks weighing on my chest.

The rogue across the river was Jake, Alpha Clement’s brother. Xandar’s features stiffened, and he emitted a low growl in Jake’s way for speaking to Lucianne in that flirtatious manner. Jake had short, black hair with a good build to match his flawless bad-boy look. His stormy-grey eyes studied the King only momentarily before his sights returned to Lucianne. “I heard that you got yourself a King, Lucy. Can’t say I’m surprised you managed that, given your ability to charm…”

I yawned and got dressed for breakfast. **** Beta Jake is now the beta of Erebus's Dark Fang Blood pack. Inside Erebus's Chamber, at the Dark Fang Blood Pack Headquarters, deep underground, a den of massive size, with many escape routes. Jake, the former Beta of the Alpha Kings pack, stood before Erebus, his expression calculated. "Erebus, I've come with a proposal," Jake said, his voice low. Erebus leaned back in his throne-like chair, steepling his fingers. "Proceed." he was very interested in what he had to say, he hated Blaze almost as much as he did.

Draxler, confident in his power, prepared to unleash the full force of his might upon us. But amidst the brewing storm, Jake, my steadfast companion, acted with a calculated swiftness that caught Alpha Draxler a bit off guard. From the folds of his tactical gear, Jake retrieved a grenade and a smoke bomb. The metallic clink of weaponry filled the air, punctuating the anticipation that lingered like a thick fog.

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”