Four Brothers: Jack Death Novels & Stories

Waving his nose in the air, as if trying to smell something, Jack paused for a moment, only to take off the next moment and rush into a pile of dead and mutilated bodies of both Hunters and Wolves. Having assumed his human form, Willow began to push the bodies, all smeared in someone else's blood, so that after a couple of minutes he would freeze in tension. Bitterness, pain and incredible longing appeared in his eyes. His brother, whom Jack had foolishly expelled from the clan, now lay on his back with his face turned to the night sky and showed no sign of life. All wounded, bloodied and... dead. Jack, falling to his knees in front of his dead brother, grabbed his hand and, pressing it to h

no" before his head popped like a melon under a sledgehammer, spraying a cloud of red. He hit the ground, dead as a doornail, no twitch or shudder. "Mister Leandro Jackman!" The three guards and Yaron, the driver, let out heart-wrenching cries, collapsing beside the fallen brothers, sobbing like it was the end of the world. Those guys were the brothers' right-hand men. With both gone and the Jackmans being notorious for their cutthroat ways, they were as good as dead even if Alexander had not finished them off.

Why would she change her mind? “I don’t know,” Lucy replied. “That’s just what everyone is saying. Maybe you should call your sister and ask. All of her friends are super serious that that’s how Drew died. Even Jack. My brother saw him this morning.” Again, I had a ton of questions. “Where? Why would Jack be out on Thanksgiving morning after his friend died?” “I’m not sure,” Lucy admitted, “but he said he ran into him on his jog in the park.” I literally scratched my head, thinking maybe I should call Jack. The whole time my sister was dating him, we were very close. He was like a big brother to me. He had to be very upset about what had happened to Drew.

Jack grinned when his mother gasped and whapped him on the arm. His brother inserted himself into the conversation. “Well, ain’t this just great? Us all together celebrating how my big brother stole my girl away for himself?” “Justin David Donohue. What a horrible thing to say to your brother.” “It’s true. Jack wanted, no, he encouraged me to break up with Keely so he could have her. Tricky, huh?”

The three brothers fell silent. In each other’s eyes, they found the horrifying answer: they had all consciously severed their mind-links with me. That realization was even more devastating than the news of my death. Ethan’s body began to tremble, and a beast-like roar tore from his throat. His body started to swell, his bones cracking and rearranging. Sharp claws burst from his skin, shredding his clothes. He was losing control. “Brother!” Noah yelled in terror.

I said to him and he stopped fighting, turned to see he was surrounded and no other person from his team was with him. “What of Karl my brother?” He asked scanning the battle field. “Lorenzo killed him.” “I knew the jury was out for him, what about Emma?” He asked with a touch of emotions. “She’ll live,” “Very well, it’s finally time I go home” he said and knelt down. “It’s a privilege to die at your hand, Alpha Titan.” he said and bent his head. “For what it’s worth, you were a worthy challenge.” I complimented him before ripping out his neck. “Lets go home and count our losses.” I was saying when Jack, Jason, Zack and Claire came running to the battle ground.

Jack goes rigid, his chest hollowing as the words echo through the air. Dead. The Alpha King?

Authority hummed beneath his words. As they turned to leave, Jeremy flashed a grin over his shoulder. “Welcome to hell’s most comfortable castle.” Dylan offered a small, sympathetic smile. Kade didn’t look back. Blake paused at the doorway, then left after carefully staring into me. The door closed behind them. I lay back against the stone, heart pounding. My father was dead. My child was gone. But for the first time since the forest— I was not alone. And the men who had found me?

He looked exactly like Kurt. Jack was heavily injured and couldn't even sit up. He could only lay in bed as he looked at Ethan with hatred in his eyes. As things were, he didn't need to hide it anymore. Jack said coldly, "So what if I am?" "I'm sorry about what happened to your brother back then …" Jack cut him off. "Will your apology bring my brother back to life?" Brent suddenly spoke up. "You should know that it was your brother's duty. His life belonged to Mr. Miller."

I will not foolishly find my way to death. But it seems Fiora loves her brother very much. She came to me asking if I knew anything about Jack's death. I said I don't know. On Fiora's face, I saw disappointment overflowing. That night, she told me about Jack. She worshiped Jack as an idol because Jack was an outstanding fighter. She doesn't dare accept the fact that Jack is dead.