Fantastic Beasts Jacob Kowalski Novels & Stories

I started doing odd jobs for them, stuff no one wanted to do, cleaning up messes, and working my way up to pay-to-hire gigs. The Volkovs were an ancient clan of Russian werewolves, tracing their supernatural lineage back thousands of years. They taught me all about being an alpha and they were the family I had never had growing up with my abusive father. Alex and a few others had wanted to kill my father for what he’d done to me, but I refused. I wanted the bastard alive and knowing his son hated him and would never forgive him. Now, I never wanted for friends or money. Aside from my adoptive family, I had a group of guys who had my back.

“This is wrong. You’re focusing on the wrong person. Ask Gerald Stormclaw about his underground fight rings. Ask him why he kidnaps teenage wolves and forces them to fight. Ask him why his sister Kate uses magic to manipulate everyone.” Gerald shot to his feet with his face a mask of fake outrage. “Lies! Vicious lies from a disgraced son seeking to impress a common girl!” “I’m not common you rusty old lawnmower,” I muttered under my breath and Derek tensed beside me. “I’m not lying!” Jacob insisted with his voice rising. “I worked for him! I recruited for him! I was so ashamed of it I hid it from my own father! He preys on the weak!”

“Do not die. This pack needs you. Both of you.” We started walking. The forest grew darker. Colder. The trees became twisted. Wrong. Like they were frozen mid-scream. After two hours, Kade stopped. “We are being followed,” he said. I smelled it too. Wolf. But not a normal one. This scent was tainted. Cursed. “One of the Council’s wolves?” I asked. “Maybe. Or something worse.” We kept walking. Faster now. The presence behind us grew closer. More aggressive. Then I heard it. A howl. Long. Mournful. Hungry.

Rhye halted on his walk and asked. "What? You believe those wolves are harmless, yet you don't know who this Jacob I'm talking about?" "No!" "Seriously? Where have you been? On the fucking planet of apes? Who does not recognize Jacob? From Twilight?" He shook his head. "Edward and Bella?" He shook again as he continued to walk, and Lily ran to his side, "Wow! You've been so busy in your whole life that you didn't even have time to watch that movie?" "I'm busy running a pack, I mean a business, and being CEO-"

Giving auntie Meg one last hug, I ran towards Jacob. "I got the stash, so don't worry if you didn't get any from yours," I whispered in Jacob's ear. He just winked his eye twice; that was our secret way to say he completed his mission as well. Double the snacks, that means! I couldn't help but squeal and hug him. Everyone turned to us and chuckled while shaking their heads. "You know, auntie Meg was telling me that wolf kingdom's castle is so big that it's bigger than cinderella's and prettier than Elsa's ice castle. Do you believe that?" I asked Jacob

Again, without conscious thought, his hand drifted to the ring he wore around his neck, tucked beneath his shirt. Alpha Felix’s expression was one of understanding, and of sympathy, as he opened his mouth to respond. But Jacob cut off his words before they had a chance to cross his lips. “Mate,” he said, sounding bewildered. I span around to face him, my eyebrows leaping into the air. He was staring at one of the Blood Stalker pack’s she-wolves, his eyes round and glassy. His hair fell in tousled, bloody waves across his face, and though he looked exhausted, beaten, his soul shone from within.

Jacobi dangled on Kaden’s back, looking over his shoulder. “Don’t touch me,” she said, panicked as she backed against the wall. When her back hit the wall, a satchel dropped from her pocket to the ground. Before she could grab it, Jacobi darted to the ground and grabbed the satchel first. I had forgotten about how biologically superior the wolves of the outer tribes were. Jacobi’s face scrunched and he threw the satchel at Kaden’s chest, running into the house with his hands covering his nose.

He was flying in the air! That’s when Sabine’s loud voice filled my ears. “Shift,” Obediently, as if all he was waiting for was her command, Jacob shifted mid-air and a black giant wolf growled while it took form. My breath hitched as it jumped over Asher who was still in his human form. Thankfully, Asher was able to roll out of its way. Jacobs’s wolf was ferocious and the color only complimented his brutality. Loud snarls came from within him as he towered over Asher who looked enraged.

“Who?” “That is none of your business,” I said. His face twisted into something uglier. “You belong to me,” he snarled. “I belong to myself,” I replied. That’s when I felt it. The shift. His scent changed. His eyes glowed. The beast inside him clawed forward. “Guards!” Jacob roared. The doors burst open. Armed wolves rushed in. “Lock them up,” Jacob ordered, pointing at us. “Both of them.” Father stepped in front of me instantly.

“Jacob is a friend.” She shook her head, pressing her face against Tristan’s side. Jacob exhaled slowly, his gaze flicking between me and the pups. “They’re scared of me?” I nodded, sadness creeping into my tone. “After what happened with Thanos, they’re afraid of outsiders.” Jacob sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He crouched slightly, bringing himself to their eye level. “Hey, little ones,” he said, his voice softer now. “I’m not here to hurt you. Your mom and dad are my friends.”