Avatar Jake Sully Novels & Stories

Sweat dripped down his face as he swung again and again at the wooden post, each strike sharp, precise. “You’re going to split your knuckles,” I said. He stopped, shoulders tense, before turning toward me. The hardness in his expression faded as soon as his eyes met mine. “Aarhea.” I stepped closer. “Alpha Draven came to me today.” His jaw clenched. “What did he want?” “To know who you really are.” Jake looked away, jaw working. “And what did you tell him?” “That you’re Jake. My mate. My future husband. Nothing else.”

​The sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed along the polished marble corridor outside the glass doors. ​Jake walked into the laboratory, his monolithic frame dressed in a tailored charcoal suit jacket over a dark fitted shirt, having just concluded a high-level regional security summit with sector commanders. Time had only deepened the formidable, magnetic presence of the High Alpha, but his sharp features—once armored in cold, unyielding rage—were completely relaxed. His golden eyes were soft, bright, and flared with pure, worshipful pride the second they locked onto Avery.

Jake asked, grinning. “Sorry, your little trick won’t work on me,” he added, tapping his temple. Sarah felt insulted. A cold spike of anger under her ribs. Who is he?. She thought. Her eyes caught a guy walking at the end of the hall. Same build. Same walk. “No, you are supposed to be dead,” she muttered, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Jake turned to look at the person. "That's Bonnie's boyfriend Kyle," Jake said. "Why would you be wishing him dead?" His expression turned serious for the first time.

“That's Neytiri and she's so badass. And Jake? Oh, god, don't even get me started on Jake Sully…” I shook my head, a low, rumbling chuckle vibrating in my chest as I leaned down close to her ear, my breath fanning her skin. “No greater betrayal than a man watching his girlfriend thirst over another man.” Zaria whipped her head around to glare at me, a grin fighting its way onto her face. “Oh, shut up. He's a fictional character.” “Doesn't make him any less of a threat to my ego.” “Well, an exception can be made if the other man is Jake,” a bright, youthful voice chimed in from the row directly in front of us.

I slip out of the car, go to the door - and before I can so much as knock, it opens before me, revealing a man dressed in an outfit that makes my jaw drop. He is around six feet tall, wrapped from head to toe in a black latex gimp suit that covers most of his face. His eyes, though, tell me everything that I need to know - those piercing greys, the ones that I saw in that profile that drew me here in the first place. It's Jake.

Alpha’s men learn to do that; it makes the rest easier. Her eyes flicked to me once. If there was surprise, she swallowed it like bad medicine. “That name doesn’t belong to me anymore,” she said. Her voice was even, but it didn’t chase the sound. It sat. It waited. I took a step forward. “I’m Hunter. I work for Alpha Xavier. There are some things that I…”

Possessive, always so fucking possessive. Before I could savour it, Jake appeared in the doorway—my stepbrother, twenty-five and pure sin. Towering at six-foot-three, with a gym-honed body that screamed danger: tattooed arms, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, and messy dark hair that begged to be yanked. His grey joggers hung low on his hips, hinting at the V-line disappearing beneath. "Sis," he growled, that voice like velvet over steel. He pulled me from Richard's arms into his own, hugging me so tight my feet dangled. One hand tangled in my long blonde waves, the other splayed across my lower back, thumb brushing the dimples above my arse. I inhaled his scent—musk and fresh sweat from what

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

Soon, they arrived at a lavishly decorated secret room. All of Jake’s subordinates kneeled on the floor, guns pointed at their heads. James sat on the couch, smoking a cigarette, appearing nonchalant about the massacre that had just taken place. “Where is Jake? Bring him here right now.” Jake had another identity — Jay Fallon, the medical genius in Cansington. Normally, he would not be here. One of his subordinates called him immediately. Right at that moment, Jake was discussing the annual medical competition with a few other well-respected doctors.

He paused again, looking at me intently and rolled his eyes. “So are we going to address this?” I asked when he wouldn’t talk. I needed to know exactly where I stand in this whole puzzle. It’s been a very informative and eventful day. Finding out I have a wolf and everything I thought was real was actually a lie. To finding out William’s is dead and my mate is his son. “What’s your name?” He asked, now taking out some papers from a file. “Elena.” He hummed, dropping the papers he took out of the file to thbe table. “I’m Jake, Elena.” He replied. My breathe hitched slightly upon hearing my name roll out of his mouth. It sounded smooth, so smooth and sweet coming from him.