Jack Howl X Reader Novels & Stories

Everything about him screams power and sex—there is a smirk aroused on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes. His jawline is amazing; I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. I yelled inside and blushed under my thoughts. "What are you doing in the library early in the morning?" His tender voice drew me back from my thoughts. Okay, Aurora, calm down with your dirty thoughts. "Werewolves!" Jack muttered reading the name of the book, which I was holding. "Oh yeah, I was reading about some supernatural creatures!" I chuckled while taking out the vampire book as well.

I need her to know how obsessed I am with her already. “Hello, I’m Dhario” - MATE - my wolf screams As she’s about to speak the twat next to her holds her hand again and looks at me defiantly and smiles saying “Hello I am Jack and it is a pleasure to meet you sir” I felt her getting smaller while he talks, but at the same time I see her eyes spark at the sound of his voice and ohhh my wolf wanted to kill him. I ignore his attempt to talk to me and focus on the Goddess in front of me.

She reaches for her handbag on the seat, then she pulls out a medium-sized book from it. The book looks old, and the cover has little tears around it. I take the book from her. “Thank you,” I mutter, flipping it open at once, and the first image I see is that of the first Alpha king to arrive in Las Vegas. “Herbert Howler,” I read aloud. There is something fishy about his looks, but I cannot place it, and I can swear I have seen him somewhere. Scrolling further, I see the faces of the next kings. There is Hector, Hudson, Hunter... etc.

Forcing myself, I continued sprinting into the forest. Suddenly, a searing pain exploded in my body. My chest felt as if it would crush like sand. I gasped, stumbling forward as my knees gave way, my body burning with an indescribable pain. A scream tore from my lips, as another wave of pain washed over. I slumped on the ground, my nails digging into the soil to grasp something, as raw pain squeezed me. The sound of my bones breaking echoed in the silent night, I screamed in agony, and closed my eyes, trying to hold but another scream escaped my lips. My skin become red and I leapt into the air, shifting into my crimson-red wolf, Ira.

Only the book remained on the floor, opened to a page about hybrid anomalies in werewolf DNA. She snatched it up, heart still racing. Her fingers trembled as she flipped through the pages, eyes skimming phrases: unauthorized experimentation, gene fusion, memory manipulation, omega blood mutations. Her blood. Her power. She wasn’t just a normal wolf. She never had been. --- Meanwhile, across town, Jaxon was pacing the War Room. “What do you mean a rogue was spotted near the East Side pack borders?” he barked at Leo, his Beta, who stood stone-faced and silent.

I declared, immediately, as a searing pain started in my heart. "You're not my mate." Ulfred said, with his cold eyes on me. His gaze made me shiver and I staggered at his words. "You accepted me yesterday." I said, in a low tone. My eyes had turned blurry due to unshed tears. "I never declared you as my mate." Ulfred said to me. "I, Ulfred, Alpha of the Dark Wand Pack, reject you as my mate!" He declared and immediately, I fainted due to shock.

Know that trouble is ahead. I stared at the few words written in the article there, and I closed the book. I stared down at the title of the book. The Sixteen Guardian Wolves - Alexander Thorne Reya, Is this true? I asked my wolf. There was quiet for a few moments before I felt her stir.

The carving is so perfectly detailed, and the wood is varnished so intricately that it almost looks like it could move. None of us knows anything about trucks, so we listen to Jack, Mom nodding excitedly, often enough for him to carry on. While I take the time to gather my courage to tell them about Jason and my plans for the Crystal Ice Pack. “As you know, I’ve been trying to find other wolves,” I start, pulling the sleeve of my hoodie over my palms and my legs under me as I sit opposite Jack and a few pillows apart from Rick.

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?

WARNING : THIS IS A MxM work of fiction (MALE x MALE fantasy romance) Please don't read it if you're against same-sex relationships or came here to leave hate. I WILL read comments and respond to every bit of hostility, filth, and disrespect towards the LGBTQ+ community. You CAN and absolutely SHOULD complain about my inability to write, but I won't tolerate hate speech towards loving people. ONLY 18+ READERS. The book contains violence, triggering content, foul language, graphic descriptions of nudity, and sexual content. I refuse to be held responsible for short breaths, raging heartbeat and dripping panties. You’re warned too, gentlemen, I see you ;)