Jack Howl Twisted Wonderland Novels & Stories

Jordan sat in the living room and waited, hoping that Francis was right. Jack's lone finger slid into Lisa's wet opening and she threw her head back and tried not to moan out loud. Fifteen minutes into the movie and Jack had completely abandoned it and turned his attention on Lisa. He pulled the finger out, spreading the wetness around. Jack was driving Lisa mad with need, a touch here and a nibble there. Never taking it far enough for the pleasure to last. It was on the tip of Lisa's tongue to beg for some form of relief but she held onto that last piece of dignity. She had lost most of it by moaning and responding to Jack's torture. Jack pushed his finger in gently again and it was more th

It was becoming darker, I didn't know which direction I came from and I was walking with a limp. I froze when I heard a twig snap. I've seen raccoons and rabbits and all sorts of critters on my way, but nothing heavy enough to snap a twig. I quickly hid behind a tree and when a hand harshly grabbed my arm, I screamed. I knew it wasn't Geoff, since these hands were meaty and very calloused. My heart stopped beating when I saw the haggard man. He gave me a crooked smile as I struggled from his grip.

they said with a little fear of their voice but again the clown head laughed. "Of all the werewolves here in howling Island he is the only one different, don't make the mistake of trying angry the werewolf who possessed those spiral crimson eyes because otherwise, even your soul will not survive" all of them stunned of what the clown head said. Maybe they know of what she pointing but still don't want to believe. I wonder who he really is? Why he's the only one who possessed those spiral crimson on his golden eyes? Why he is the most different?

She ducked under a blast, her purple braids swinging, and drove a silver-tipped stylus into the lead attacker’s forearm. "Your grounding is off, sweetie," Jackie chirped, twisting the stylus. "Let me fix that for you." The Harrower shrieked as his own magic backfired, crawling up his arm in a series of agonizing, electric pops. He collapsed to the floor, his obsidian gear smoking. "See?" Jackie said, stepping over him. "Much better. Now stay down before I decide to 'fix' your dental plan." The battle shifted as the North Pack "auditors" finally dropped their disguises. Hoodies were shredded, and "History of Concrete" textbooks were used as blunt-force weapons until the warriors could fully s

he offers. “I will call you dead shortly,” Jack chimes in. The warlock slowly looks at Jack and flicks his finger tossing Jack against the cement wall. I scream as Jack slides down the wall knocked out. I move toward him when my feet are frozen in place. I quickly unbind them, realizing the warlock is playing with me to try and get access to my power.

Juke returned to Dale’s side, blood streaking his face, his breathing heavy but steady. He’d spun to face Dale, his eyes wide. "How did you—" "Let’s deal with the hows later!" Jazz shouted, yanking the tapestry aside to reveal the hidden passage. "We need to move!" They scrambled into the narrow tunnel, the rough stone walls scraping against their skin as they hurried through the darkness. The sounds of fighting faded behind them, replaced by their heavy breathing and the echoes of their footsteps. Dale's mind raced as he tried to process what had just happened. That surge of power and the way the wolves had reacted to him were so foreign, yet somehow, they felt like a familiar part of him.

“And who are you?” “The man standing between you and him.” Jax’s voice turned lethal. “If you want Eli, you’ll have to go through my corpse first.” The Dreadlord laughed. The sound was wrong. Too deep. Too hollow. Madness echoed inside it. Then he snapped his fingers. The wall beside the living room exploded inward. Jackie screamed. I froze in absolute horror. A horde of wolves crawled through the shattered opening. Not normal wolves. Twisted things. Their flesh hung rotten from exposed bones. Their eyes glowed sickly white while decay dripped from their jaws. Some were missing patches of skin entirely. The smell alone nearly made me vomit.

This was the fantasy he’d suggested, planned, imagined. So why did it feel like he was the only one outside of it? He stood abruptly. “Y’all want music or something?” Imani blinked. “Sure.” He walked to the speaker and turned on a slow R&B playlist—low, smooth, intimate. The kind of music that filled spaces instead of just playing in them. When he turned back, he noticed something that made his stomach tighten. Zariah was leaning closer to Imani. Not inappropriate. Not obvious. Just closer.

I snarled, barely human, my wolf clawing at the surface. He was shocked. It’d been long I saw that look. “Stay out of it." I felt my control slipping, so close to— Could see my red eyes through Hunter’s brown ones, glowing. With great effort, I reined it in, stepping back from him. The room felt too small, too confining. Stalking over to the bar, I grabbed a glass and poured a generous measure of whiskey, downing it in one swift motion. The burn in my throat did little to calm the hurricane burning inside me.

I couldn't bring myself to call her mother, but I managed to loosen my stiff arms to rub her back, "It can't be that bad." "If that man touches one hair on your head, I swear-" "That's enough," the large man barked. It was then that I noticed that he had an accent and several tattoos running up his neck. And was that a gun tucked into his waist band? Who the fuck were these people? "Don’t fuck this up," she hissed into my ear before pulling away and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. The goon grabbed me by my elbow and began to lead me up the stairs.