Does Jackson Become A Werewolf Novels & Stories

Leaving my mate behind with pain in my heart and thousands of questions in my head. Luke changed into his wolf the second I turned on my heel and it was the first time I saw him. His coal black fur was shining in the moonlight and he was the biggest among all of them, not even Alpha's of Scarlet blood pack wolf was a comparison for Luke's wolf. Screams and howls were loud behind me as I ran with my lungs burning and my blood pulsing through my veins. And I felt something shift in me. Something primal was awakening and the pain cursed through my body, making me scream and crumble to the ground.

Mark walked into my room, interrupting my thoughts. He looked at me with his usual stoic expression before saying, "The competition will continue. The final trial will be an arena fighting match between the remaining girls in their werewolf form." My heart sank as I heard those words. I am a vampire, I cannot transform into a wolf. I could feel my fear building up inside of me. How could they expect me to compete in a form that I didn't have? I felt like I was going to be sick.

Jason kept on running so fast till he tripped and fell. The man pounced on him that instant and bit him deeply on the neck. Strange things began to happen to his body. His hands and legs metamorphosed into those of a wolf. His face took the shape of that of a wolf. He grew fangs too. He roared and howled. He could not control himself any longer. Suddenly, thick darkness ensued and there was calmness everywhere.

LIANA “So… what about the werewolf earlier?” I struck up a conversation as Zaylen and I walked. “What about it?” Zaylen asked, arching an eyebrow. “Who was it?” I asked curiously. “Oh, he was Jackson. He turned sixteen, so he transformed fully today for the first time. That’s why he lost his control,” Zaylen informed me. “So do all the werewolves lose control?” I inquired. “I thought you did your research on our kind,” he teased with a smile, but I rolled my eyes playfully.

Jack raised his voice. After finishing his sentence, Jack turned to look at all the werewolves in the large room. "Do you want to always hide from humans or be free to live as you please?" Jack asked loudly. Jack's question really stirred all the werewolves in this large room because everyone wanted werewolves to be able to be themselves in human society.

It was too fast that they didn’t even expect these bandits to be that fast. “Bandits!” Jackson’s loud voice echoed throughout the forest. Jackson summoned his wolf, and he shifted into his half-werewolf form. His shirt and jacket were stretched into damage as his bones cracked and gray fur appeared on his back. Fangs and claws extended, and he howled loud before he attacked the bandits. He clawed and smashed every bandit he encountered while never leaving Ember’s side. Arrows flew everywhere as werewolves in their half-human form emerged from the shadows of the trees and began to attack them.

he barks, but it sounds more like a desperate whimper as he clumsily tries to regain his footing. Reed chuckles a confident sound that carries through the silence. “You sure about that, Jackson? So far, your attempts have been...well, comical.” Jackson’s face twists in rage. With a sudden roar, he shifts into wolf form, his massive body rippling with the change. The crowd gasps in shock and fear as Jackson launches himself at Reed.

Edwina saw his eyes shifting to his wolf. 'Edwina, we have to reach the pack as soon as possible..." He growled. Edwina nodded her head. Jackson came out of the car. They both shifted into their wolf forms and ran towards the Black Thunder pack. Edwina saw him whimpering in pain. His wolf was crying. After running for half an hour, they finally reached the pack. But it was already too late, everything was destroyed. Those monsters burnt the whole pack. The attack was already done. The rouges were gone. There was no one left alive... Jackson was going insane.

“Jackson, I’m sorry. It’s all so messed up. The guy you saw the other day, Trix, he’s involved in this. They’ve got me wrapped up in some werewolf pack politics.” “Werewolves?” he repeats, incredulous. “Dixie, have you lost your mind?” “No, I’m serious!” I insist. “These people are actual werewolves. I’ve seen them shift, Jackson. It’s real. And tomorrow, there’s going to be a full moon. They’re planning something big and I have no idea what it is, but it’s got everyone on edge.” There’s a long pause on the other end of the line. “Dixie, this sounds insane. Werewolves? Full moons? What are you talking about?”

In that moment, feeling thoroughly impressed by Ethan's organizational skills, I nodded with assurance, offering a casual wave of my hand to indicate that he could explore the premises at his own pace. To his surprise, as he stepped into the first room, he caught sight of something unusual: a set of werewolf handcuffs. Due to my youth and occasional lapses during full moons, there were times when I might lose control. As a precaution, whenever I sensed an impending loss of control, I would lock myself away before transforming. However, such occurrences had only taken place within the confines of Lucas Castle.