Jack Booktok Novels & Stories

Deeply, fundamentally, reality-threateningly curious. WHO ARE YOU? The question hit Jack like a searchlight. Not painful. Illuminating. He felt every aspect of his existence examined, catalogued, and found interesting. His human DNA. His Origin Blood. His Void crystal. His partnership with the Utterance. His love for Katherine. His protectiveness over Haley. His loyalty to Marcus. His three hundred and twenty-seven dollars. All of it. Read in a single instant by a mind that had invented the concept of reading. "I am Jack Sterling," Jack said, and the words became information, became data, became a story that the First Dreamer consumed with the hunger of something that had been starving for n

Jack finally realized my presence and bowed his head slowly towards me. “Good morning sleepy head!” Gabe looked at me and smiled. I rubbed my forehead where the bump was. “Where a-am I?” I asked rather weakly. Jack stood up. He had a mysterious look to him. His hair was black, and it was clean cut. His facial features were rough. The scars that he had on his face gave him an aged look and proved to me that he traveled a lot. “You’re still in Grysmont. It’s the very end of it. It’s rather deserted. You also have a concussion and should take it easy for a couple of hours.”

Jack crawled to a standing position, his clothes torn and ratty, his body bruised from the hellfire. His icy stare narrowed in on Demetria and then Jane. "There is the mutt that started all of my problems. The one that took my pendant. You think I'm scared because you're a hybrid." Jane snarled. Jack grinned. "You're going to regret the day your dad ever screwed your mother, mutt." He took a few steps, bracing his arms at the array of creatures ready to kill him, and whispered under his breath. Demetria felt the earth cracking beneath

Jack said to himself. It was late at night, Jack left his apartment to the streets of the silvermoon pack trying to make some new friends and gather some information about Alpha Gabriel biography and relationship life, everybody he met seemed not to be interested in any kind of friendship whatsoever with him, as Alpha Gabriel has warned everyone to be at high alert this cautious time, tho Jack didn't give up due to the rejections he received from the people till he met a young drunkard, whom fell on him, Jack slapped him and pushed the drunkard to the floor, and kept walking, he stopped for a minute.

He just waved off his hand and replied, “Oh, I have just read a lot of books in my free time. Especially about plants and weeds. So, when she spoke about a certain flower that could awaken someone’s wolf I recalled it.” “That is great. These books that you had read, do you still have them?” Jack was curious as to why I was suddenly interested in knowing if he had a library of his own but I insisted and he scratched the back of his head. “Not sure, that was something I had read long ago and I do not even know if whatever I had told her worked the exact way.” I peered at him intently, “But, your brother just now said that you were the one to tell him that Madeleine had awakened her werewolf?”

The countryside fell away to outer suburbia, then to the concrete geometry of a city pretending it had nothing to hide. Jack rested his elbow against the open window and let the hot wind take whatever was left of the dust from the garage. Old oaths had been pulled out of storage, oiled, reassembled. Next stop: the baker. Then the hacker. Then the linguist with a letter opener that could pin air to a wall. One last mission. He glanced at Bruno, at the lines the years had carved, at the grin that still arrived too quickly and left just as fast. “Good to have you back,” Jack said.

Although it was only a few minutes, but Jack felt almost lose his temper. "What is she doing?" Jack glanced at the clock tightly wrapped around his right wrist. The brown leather strap watch became the last legacy of his wife-Lilyana. Jack always wore a watch that looked dull and old all the time. Ten minutes had passed in vain, time seemed to make Jack more and more tense. The cold air of the hospital also came to greet, like a needle piercing into the joints and bones. The strong typical scent of the drug is smelled, reminding Jack of someone, Lilyana. Not because of the whimpering, but because of the sense of trauma that continued to overwhelm Jack. So far Jack has been trying hard to avo

It was nice to let go and have some fun after everything that happened. I made sure to text Gabriel every half hour as he requested, but after my fourth text, he stopped responding. He probably fell asleep. Somehow, I ended up talking to Jack the most. I learned that he was 24 years old, and he lived alone in an apartment not far from here. He worked at an IT company as a computer engineer. He talked a little about his work and it sounded amazing. His parents lived in another city nearby and he came here to work. He had a little sister that still lived at home, but she was planning to come to live with him soon.

' and entered the bar. Needless to say, it was chaos, what for being run by hell-spawn and all; We aren't exactly known for our cleanliness. I took a seat on a barstool, ordered a shot of tequila but never drank it, I had a plan to use it but not for drinking, that's when Jack walked in, being dragged by the ear by Alex. "Now this is something I'd pay to see, the big bad Jack being tamed by a wolf." "Let's go, Jacob, we need to talk."

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else. "Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it."