Defending Jacob Novels & Stories

"Maybe whatever brought you back isn't giving you as much power as it promised." Jacob growled and lunged at me with both claws extended. But this time I was ready. I ducked under his attack and grabbed his wrist, using his own speed to flip him over my shoulder. He hit the ground hard and rolled away, but I could see surprise on his face. "That's it, isn't it?" I pressed. "You're fighting the rule just like I did. Part of you doesn't want to be here." "You don't know anything!" he screamed, but his voice cracked.

The air was crisp with the promise of dawn as Jake tightened his leather armor, preparing for the hunt. His eyes held a mix of worry and determination, the lines of tension etched into his face deepening as he turned to me. I stood in the doorway of our room, arms crossed, pretending to be calm. "You don’t have to do this alone," I said softly. Jake stepped closer, his presence grounding. "This is something I need to do. Jacob is my responsibility, Prisca. He’s done enough damage, and it’s time I put an end to it."

Jacob moved to a corner at the library to hide his face or better still watch the show while avoiding me like a plague. Nuella called up to him, "Jay, won't you try to save your lover? Or your mate?" She referred to me rudely. Jacob scrunched his nose as he looked everywhere except my eyes, "stop it y'all. I already told you, dirty orphans are not my type." His insults really hurt me but I kept mute. He was just saying those things to pretend and maybe it was what I said to myself to console myself whenever he didn't defend me in fucked up situations like this.

"Luca, I need you." "I'm here, Jax," he responded. Soon, I was behind the five of them, firing silver bullets with both my hands. "Fascinating," one of the rogues came behind me. "Is that magic?" I jeered. "I don't need the power of low-budget witches to defeat scum like you." I jabbed my elbow at him, and he disappeared, kicking me from the side of my stomach. "It'll take more than skill to defeat me, Alpha Jax. My men are spread out across your city. You'll never be able to defeat them." I groaned but recovered quickly.

His eyes found mine for a lingering moment as he bounced Mike gently. Jacob stepped forward, Mike cradled securely in the crook of his arm. A hush fell over the assembled warriors as he raised his free hand for silence. When he spoke, he carried clearly across the crowd. “Today we bask in the glory of a triumph that was dearly bought.” His expression was ceremonious. “We have shed blood and lost zero souls because of our Luna and Nadia, the white witch, in defense of our home.” “But because of your unflinching dedication, your willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice, we have smashed the foes who threatened everything we hold sacred!” Jacob’s voice rose in fervor.

Ice replied, unflinchingly facing the gun pointed at her. Jaxter narrowed his eyes further. “I’m asking again, who are you really?!” His demeanor suggested he was ready to act on whatever was on his mind. “Jax! She’s already said she’s Ice! You can’t do this!” Jacob suddenly stood up, despite his limp, trying to shield Ice from Jaxter. This action made Ice frown. She didn’t really need his protection, believing she could handle the situation herself, but Jacob’s effort despite his pain was impressive.

Jacob gave me a look and said, "C'mon now, don't say that." I asked, "Why not?" He replied, "It's not fair to say that, you know." I insisted, "But I have my reasons. I just can't tolerate him and his foolish behavior." Jacob responded, "Well, that's not very nice of you." "Can you please stop defending him?" I asked. "He is my brother, so I feel obligated to defend him," He explained. "But you don't have to defend him, and besides, I'm just stating the facts," I replied.

Jacob, launched a series of powerful jabs and hooks, but Aiden's defensive skills surprisingly agile. Aiden's strategy is clear: he would weather the storm, conserve his energy, and then strike when the opportunity presented itself. He blocked Jacob's attacks causing Jacob's frustration to mount. The crowd was clearly in support of jacob, where most of the bets are placed on, and everytime he dodged Jacob’s attacks, the crowd shushed, becoming silent.

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr

He pushed Ethan again, then turned to take the jacket off my shoulders and throw it at Ethan. “Is this what you left for? To meet my wife for the night?” Jacob demanded. “Is she really your wife? Then you wouldn’t have been upstairs hugging and kissing—” My eyes were still lost somewhere else but I saw the snap in Jacob’s arm as he punched Ethan. “Hey—” I grabbed his arm to stop him from doing it again. Jacob looked down at me, first in shock, then in angry accusation. "You're defending him now?" Jacob snapped furiously.