Fourth Wing Jack Novels & Stories

The images flashed uninvited in my mind. They made me want to be sick. Naomi’s voice cut through my thoughts again. Dragging me back to the horror. “I won’t let you near them,” she snapped, her finger jabbing at me. “Never.” “They’re all mine.” “As a matter of fact. Not only Alpha Theo and Alpha Harlan. The remaining two alphas are also mine.” I stared at her, stunned. My mouth fell open a little. The four of them…? The quadruplets? All of them? So she had all four Alphas wrapped around her finger? Was she that greedy?

The second half of the foundation reception was a closed demonstration for the new autonomous wingman project. Julian stood at the presentation platform, briefing the board and military representatives on the cooperative control system. When the flight-adaptation segment began, he handed me the remote terminal and said quietly, "This part is yours." I looked at him. He stepped aside and gave me the floor.

The scent of aggression spiked all around us. The east tunnel was a bottleneck. Hundreds of fighters crammed into the narrow concrete corridor. The shadows hid the anger, but the tension was loud. We ended up pressed right behind the Vanguard crew. "Move faster," Jax snapped, shoving the back of a Vanguard fighter. The fighter stopped dead in his tracks. He wore a crimson jacket with the number four stitched into the shoulder. He turned around slowly. He looked Jax up and down, a sneer twisting his lips. "Don't touch me, peasant." Number Four brushed off his shoulder like Jax had left a disease on the fabric.

The young demigod was clearly enjoying this training more than us. Must be nice to be able to control the water. “Lord Byron, you are an angel sent from heaven. Well...you literally are.” Jack says. “Unlike another person here, who is a girl that we would not even mention her name. She’s clearly the closest one to me at the moment.” “Jack? You are a dick. I am the only girl in the squad!” “But did you hear me mentioning names?”

Someone started posting under their real names. The first person to speak up was Ryan Carter. He was 34 years old, and he had been a co-pilot at Zach Airways for eight years. Ryan asked to meet me at the coffee shop in front of the Federal Aviation Administration building. He ran his finger around the rim of the cup for a long time before he finally confessed, "Mr. Lowe, my flight hours were also falsified." I stared at him. "It's different." He forced a bitter smile. "Yasmin's records were tampered with for her to pass the upgrade, but they falsified my records to shut me up."

Wyatt. "What the fuck". Jack almost roared. Not wanting to get extra attention, but seems like Wyatt had some other dirty plans. . "Ohhh.. What cutie. I am just appreciating the beauty". Wyatt tried to touch Jack again but this time Jack was fast to react. "Leave me alone Wyatt. I don’t want to break the hand of yours". Jack was angry. He walked away but Wyatt pulled him to an empty hallway. He managed to get a hold of Jack after getting punched four times square on face. But then his arms were locked behind him as Wyatt pushed him to the wall face side.

Then he registered their marriage together before celebrating with the rest of the team. It suddenly dawned on me. It wasn't that he couldn't make our relationship public. He just didn't love me. He wasn't willing to risk his reputation for my sake. I went into my email inbox and found the email that I'd archived for a long time. It was an invitation from the Claston Hawks to join their ice hockey team. I was the top Left Wing player in the league. I had a great shot at eventually playing Center with a ludicrous salary, but I turned down the Claston Hawks' invitation for three consecutive years because I wanted to remain by Ian's side and support him.

Warren and Jack kept their eyes on Theria as she went skyward. On her wings, she carried the ability to end the conflict with the Adlets, or at least that was the idea. She floated above the mortar and brick school and let out a joyful tune. Unfortunately, Jack and Warren could barely hear it from the ground. Jack swore and kicked the snow, “How will we know if it's working?” He asked.

“We have to go now. There’s no time to worry.” I nodded and grabbed my sack, which contained a blade, a few clothes, and my mother’s golden hairpin—the only precious thing I owned. She had given it to me before she died. Jina and I slipped out the back door. That’s when I heard a distant scream and realized the enemy had already arrived. My second eldest brother, Jacob, and his fiancée, Kate, were waiting with a horse. Unlike me, they didn’t need horses to travel quickly. I always envied that. Moments like this made me feel the sting of being born human while my brothers inherited our father’s werewolf blood.

I wasn’t letting him get away with this. The little prick, I mean that based on what my sister has said, is lucky to be alive. Because when Xenia kicked him back and grabbed him, I seriously considered snapping his neck. Walking in to see him pinning her to her bed like that made every drop of angry warrior Spartan blood, my grandpa Ares so proudly boasts about, boil.