Fourth Wing Jack Novels & Stories

Hours later, a knock. "Go away," I called out. "It's Jack," came the muffled reply. "I have chicken wings." I opened the door. Jack stood there holding a plate of spicy wings, looking contrite. He sat on the velvet sofa, demolishing the food while I paced. "Why isn't he looking for her?" I asked, cutting to the chase. Jack stopped chewing. He looked at the door, then back at me, his expression guarded. "Alex... he can't just reverse an exile, Luna. It makes him look weak."

“Is this ex really that bad?” “Yeah, Hawk he is really that bad. When Jenny found her there was a lot of evidence of abuse, various scars. He had been hurting her for a while. I didn’t know until after we had her placed originally, but Jenny was able to track down other medical records documenting his violence against her. He was careful and never took her to the same hospital twice. Like I said he is resourceful, and cunning. He runs a drug ring and operates as the head of the Devils Jesters. Obviously, he has dabble in other underground markets as well. I will have Whiz send over everything we have been able to dig up on him.”

His skin morphed into dark scales, his shoulders practically exploded into massive wings and then his feet and legs disappeared and were now hidden under the massive body leaving the ground and flying through the air. “Show off,” I heard, turning to see Finch with his arm around Grace, who was beaming at her mate. How could you not? Shit! Talk about impressive. My eyes moved to Liam, curious of his reaction to Jack shifting right here. Only he wasn’t watching the dragon, his eyes were glued to me. I got distracted as Jack came back and laid next to us, a very similar height to Tiny as he stood. “I’ll go first,” Winnie shouted, as I felt her moving behind me.

Jack pushed his thrusters to the maximum, throwing his ten-ton machine directly in front of Maria just as her shield shattered. Three golden angels lunged forward, their hard-light blades aiming for Maria's cockpit. CLANG! CLANG! The blades sparked violently against Jack's heavy titanium armor. The Defender mech groaned, the internal alarms shrieking as the alien weapons melted through the outer plating. "Jack!" Kael screamed, seeing the veteran take the hits for them. "Focus on their wings!" Jack gritted his teeth, ignoring the blistering heat inside his cockpit as he leveled his massive rotary railgun at point-blank range. "The wings generate their shields! Clip them, and they die like any

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

“It’s not that bad! You’re just a big baby.” “Can I see them? Your wings, I mean?” Alpha Jack asks and when I release them and shake them out, he stands up so fast his chair topples backward. “Holy shit,” he whispers. He walks over to me and reaches out like he is going to touch them. He pauses his hand mid-way and peaks around my side so he can see my face better. “Can I touch them?” I shrug and stretch my wings out so he can run his hands along them. “They’re so soft. Wow. We all thought you were beautiful before, but now you’re angelic.”

“Don’t you dare touch me, you liar son of a b*tch!” He warned as I tried supporting him as he walked out. *** Jack’s POV. “It was hopeless after all.” I groaned as I punched the table hard. “You just have to calm down, Jack!” Norman Reedus said as he got up from where he was seated. “I warned you all since. I knew someday that he would do as he pleased and finally, he is gradually growing back his wings. We would have disposed him right after the death of Louisiana.” Greg Kowe scowled as he paced round the room.

Third POV Shocked by his aura, Jack couldn't help but take a few steps back, but still called out stiffly: "It's me. What's wrong? Who the hell are you? It's none of your damn business if I'm disciplining a lowly Omega." Wyatt frowned and lunged at Jack, his huge paws slapping Jack over, cutting through his thick fur and leaving several long gashes across his body. Jack howled and fell to the ground in pain, yelling at his henchmen, "What are you fools standing around for? Hurry up and get him! Are so many of you still afraid of him alone?"

I noticed a bandage on crystal's hand and a plaster on brothers hand. "Did you guys fight?" I whispered. "No. You eat in silence. We need to leave now." Ordered aarav. Jack's pov.. "How dare you touch my angel?" I shouted. The man who earlier touched angel was now in my underground cell. "I didn't knew, she was off limits. Sorry" he pleaded. I grabbed my pilers and removed his nails slowly. One by one and fed him. After few hours of satisfaction, i shot him between his eyes.

"Come on, then, bastard. If you've got the guts, show up. Let's see who dies first." Truth be told, the Frostfall had loosened Cyrus. With no public decorum or social niceties to worry about, he didn't have to give face to anyone. It felt liberating. Meanwhile, Jack seethed to the point of explosion. Back inside his apartment, with what little warmth the AC could still provide, sensation crept back into his body. Pain roared in his leg as he gritted his teeth. If he moved now, it would have to be on crutches.