Fairy Tail Jackal Novels & Stories

Eva, in his jellyfish form, wrapped her tentacles around Jack. “Sorry about that, sweetie. We’ll make sure to teach him a little lesson so he won’t bother you guys again.” Eva said, and I smiled gratefully at him while he took a struggling and crying Jack away from us. Falco watched them until Eva managed to drag him with the others. ‘Sorry about that, Nathalia. Jack can be, you know. Jack.’ When Falco shrugged his broad turtle shoulders, I could just imagine him giving me a wane smile. ‘Sorry, we pretty much saw everything.’

I turned my head to Jack, who had his jaws clenched, and at that moment, I realized that I didn't know his age. I shook my head and looked at my food. Why do I even care? I am doing this for the money. "If you were curious, darling, he is 32," Liam smiled at me, and both Jack and Bertha glared at him. "Stay away from this one, Liam," Jack growled, his hands clenching. Liam chuckled, finding everything funny, and raised his hands in surrender. "Come on, brother, if she wants me, why should I deny the lady?" He winked at me, and I wondered what the hell he was doing?

“You never dealt with him directly, did you? Your brother Garth did, though. Through an intermediary named Hector Lyonell.” Both Christina and Charles went absolutely white. Raven felt her eyes widen. “Professionally,” started Kade, “he goes by The Jackal.” Christina shot out of her chair. “What do you think this proves? I don’t even know this man!” “But I know you,” said the Jackal. He sounded perfectly calm, perfectly pleasant. “More importantly, I know quite a few people very high up in the judicial system. My client base is… extensive and exclusive to say the least. They won’t need proof to put you away. Only a suggestion from me that they had better do it, to prevent some of their own u

"It is, but when La Bruja invaded and stole it from her, the realm itself twisted to math her energy, leading to the further corruption of Taydhes' soul." "I apologize for my actions in the Necropolis, I wasn't in the right mind." "It can talk!?" Jacke asked in shock, staring at the beast in a mix of Awe and Terror. "Call him an 'It' and you'll find out he does a lot more than just talk, Jacke." "I want one! With all due respect of course, can I ride him?"

Bain stiffened as the lead vehicle door opened—and he saw him. The Jackal. Older than rumors said, but lean, carved from violence. Pale blue eyes like frozen knives. A scar curled from the corner of his mouth, twisting his smile into something inhuman. Even the Vulture had respected this man. Even Darius had feared him. The Jackal scanned the yard like he could smell the trap—but greed, necessity, or pride pushed him forward. Valeria’s desperation had forced her to call him. And now he was here. Inside the Freight Yard

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

He had cried when I called him with the news that Felix had been killed. During the day Jack was also into black market dealings and apparently his wolf had told him he could trust the dragon and vampire. Jack had lost his fair share of bets with Felix and we always had fun as Jack showed us off to his other cross dressing friends when we watched him perform. “You’ll drink my tea or I’ll make you,” Jack said as I opened my eyes. He had taken his high heels off but he was still wearing the very feminine night gown and his wig was no longer on his head.

He decided not to have a road name. Jack is the shortest of the three brothers, at just 6’ even, with black hair and blue eyes. Depending on the occasion he could be wearing a beard or clean shaven. Jack has the "open mouth insert foot" syndrome. It often gets him in trouble. Jazz is a bartender for now, until she decides what she wants to do with her life. She enjoys being a badass biker chic and with nothing keeping her from doing whatever she wants to do. School is just not for her. Jade said it was a miracle she graduated high school.

None of them answered me, but then I didn’t want to give up until one of the he-wolves told me the same thing. My jaw was gripped hard now and then my face was turned in the direction of the one who was still standing before me. “No one is going to help you.” He said menacingly to me but then I still tried my luck by screaming for help. I did.. and no one looked like they cared. I turned back to the he-wolf and he gripped my jaw harder so I wouldn’t look away again. “We are the Jackals.” The He-wolf continued. “This is what we do and no one— I repeat, no one, dares interfere in our business or disrespect us around here. You should have thought twice before coming to the part of the Pack vill

I asked, keeping my voice casual, though my heart rate spiked. Beside me, Liam stiffened slightly, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. "Yeah," Jack chuckled, finally looking up. "So you turn into... a dog?" I furrowed my brow, putting on my best confused face. "Like a Golden Retriever? Do you chase tennis balls?" Liam let out a bark of laughter, quickly turning it into a cough. Jack’s jaw dropped. He looked genuinely insulted. "Luna, I am not a dog. I am a wolf. A purebred, apex predator."