Edward Cullen Jacob Black Novels & Stories

Don smacked Dave across the face and growled at him. "Speak when spoken to!" I growled and Dave held a smirk on his face. "What the hell was that? Did I just hear a growl coming out of your mouth?" Jeremy looked terrified. "You want to know the truth!" He scrunched his eyebrows but nodded his head. "We're a supernatural creature known as wolves!" Helena smacked me and glared. "Don't sugarcoat it, Aaron!" Her voice dripped in sarcasm. I turned away and looked back at Jeremy who was trying to hold onto his laughter.

Without further delay, he grabbed her and flapped his wings as he launched into the air. They trailed behind Michael and Sydney. As Sydney ran, they watched him. They were amazed by his speed. "Do you think Sydney is a werewolf?" Elsa asked. "I know he's a werewolf." Jacob replied. "Are you sure?" "I'm part werewolf. I can smell him. He is a werewolf. Do you think he's something else? " Jacob asked. "No... just curious." Elsa answered. When Jacob saw them stop, he dived towards the ground and, unable to stop his wings immediately, he crashed into the ground with Elsa.

Shortly after that, Black ace appears into the room with a cunning laughter making a dry joke. Elizabeth " Sorry everyone.. I was just looking for a certain individual that came flying through here? Did anyone manage to see him? He hasn't paid for his flight tickets 🎫 (laughs) Infuriated by the rude interruption, Clement lashes out at Black ace angrily but he was quickly silenced by the young lady after coming face to face with a loaded revolver, pointed between his eyes. Clement " Are you MAD? DON'T YOU KNOW THIS IS A PRIVATE MEETING? Elizabeth" (pointing gun at Clement) Shut up you old fart! Unless that is you want me to fill your skull with lead.

“You know… how he looks like Aidan Sr.?” “It’s because they’re all Black Irish,” Inessa murmured. Then, she sighed. “Thank God for the Black Irish.” She replaced her cup onto the saucer, then gently squished Jacob’s cheek. “This one is going to be a heartbreaker, just like his daddy.” “And his uncles,” I interjected dryly, not willing to let this drop.

I really want to go to this mating camp and make a fool out of Edward. Edward is the future Alpha of the Black Water pack. We have a treaty with them but they are smug assholes and I don't like them. Edward and I are very competitive and he already texted me telling me how he was going to beat me at all the events and how he is the better Alpha. Every other Alpha fears me except him.

"Not like the rest of them. This particular vampire hates, Walter, my boy. He hates with an intensity I have never seen before. And that can always be useful for us. He wants a certain woman this time, the one with the long black hair. He wants her and those close to her dead. He has their trust, and he’ll deliver them into our hands. He may be beneath contempt, a snitch, but he is powerful. But for Jacob, I am right behind you on that." "All their woman have long black hair. How am I supposed to know the difference?" Walter pouted. "Do you remember that he hates Jacob too? It seems that they both have history. But Jacob cannot be more than eighteen. He really hates the kid. Perhaps I should

“Two Alphas want her.” Ms. Blackwood’s face drained of color. “That’s impossible,” she muttered, shaking her head. “He wouldn’t—Draven would never allow...” “Draven doesn’t own her,” Lena interrupted sharply. “And maybe that’s what you all forget. He can claim land, he can claim power, but not people. Not anymore.” The tension was electric. Ms. Blackwood looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. “You’re lying,” she whispered, her tone uncertain now. “Jacob wouldn’t… he couldn’t schoose someone like you.”

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”

I had to get closer to him to a point where I could read him better. I just hoped that my suspicions remained as nothing more, because so far he had given me more than one reason to suspect that he was a werewolf hunter. Asides the fact that he hated them, Celine had told me a few days back that Jacob had a brother who went to Lakeside. His brother had been murdered in the woods, and the autopsy report said that he had been attacked by an animal, which was weird, given that they resided in the heart of the city.