Jack Kline Supernatural Novels & Stories

“I’m not a killer, so look for someone else.” I pause. Jack turns away from me. “Look, I don’t want any trouble.” There’s tension in his voice now. “I don’t need your help finding Lily because I know that comes with a price.” I step closer. The caller’s voice sounds faint through the phone. And strangely familiar. “If he was that easy to kill,” Jack continues, “you would’ve done it a long time ago.” I stop moving. My heart beats faster. “Clinton is my friend.” My mind races.

“Couldn’t we have used the conference room for this?” One of the women asks, earning her a glare from Austin. “This is Jack. He, apparently, has somethings to discuss with the Alpha. He will be talking to us first.” Everyone nods, and look at me expectantly. “You can start any time now laddie.” An older man, with a thick Scottish accent, prods. “Well… for generations my family has been tasked with finding someone important in the supernatural world.” Everyone looks at each other but no one mind talks.

“I’ve felt something for a while now. I didn’t want to make things weird between us but… I can’t pretend it’s not there anymore.” “Olivia…” Jack’s lips parted slightly but before he could finish, his eyes darted past my shoulder. His whole expression changed and he straightened in his seat, gaze focused across the restaurant. “Wait… is that… Mrs. Kline?” He asked and I blinked. “Who?” I asked but he was already leaning forward. “Mrs. Kline. From Norview Holdings. That’s definitely her. Damn. We’ve been trying to land her firm for two months.” He stood up abruptly, reaching for his blazer.

I never was with them because they were rich or popular well Luke and Maria weren't rich they lived normally as most Americans, but money, it never was a thing to me. -" So why then?" She took her curling- tongs and in a few seconds made my hair in a perfect design. I sighted from her question, it was a stone on my heart. -"Susan I fell." I didn't look at her this was my biggest secret. My biggest fear that somebody will know about what is forbidden to. What is bad in all ways. Jack is a vampire, he is my father, he is the most brutal killer, he is immortal and I am human, he is old and I am young, he is not liveable, and for most important, he is my mother's lover.

he mumbled through a mouthful. Cline smiled faintly and sat down, eating his slice slowly. The warmth spread across his tongue. Jake was spilling everything he knew between bites. But he didn’t make it to the last bite before his movements slowed. His eyes went wide. He knew. It didn’t take long. Within minutes, Jake was no more. Cline fixed his bed to look like Jake was sleeping, then slipped the red napkin into his pocket. He pressed the emergency call button on the wall.

Jack said anger shaking through him. “Who?” Claire said not connecting the dots and trying to make sense of everything. “Rowlling and Kenton. They have Jonah, they killed Sonya.” He said pointing to the woman on the ground. “They poisoned you and thought you were dead so they took Jonah.” Jack said, trying to control the anger in his voice as he spoke to Claire. “What did the note say?” She asked, trying to straighten up. “I need to meet him at Ravens Peak if I want to see Joah alive and I need double what they normally ask.” Jack said, Claire could see the wheels in his head spinning.

JACK'S POV: "Hey, Jack! What's wrong with your face? It was as if heaven and hell had fallen on you. Oh! You've been in hell for a long time, haven't you?" I looked sharply at Froyd, "It's just a prank. Can't you laugh at my jokes? What happened? You look like you're going to kill someone?" He added to what he said.

Jack was the anesthetic. Varkas had realized that the ninety percent were starting to rebel against the Refinery. They were getting too wild, too desperate. So, Varkas had brought the Sovereign back to the continent. He dressed Jack in white silk, crowned him in flowers, and let his beautiful, submissive magic wash over the city. Jack thought he was bringing peace to a utopia. In reality, he was greasing the wheels of a genocide, keeping the victims entirely docile as they were marched into the dark.

"You were legally dead. Your assets were liquidated. The natural order of things." "The natural order of things is about to change." Jack stepped forward, and the screens on the wall flickered. "I'm alive. I'm here. And you're sitting in my seat." "Bold words for a man who's technically trespassing." Harkin snapped his fingers, and from the shadows emerged figures that Jack recognized immediately—enhanced humans, probably ex-military, definitely supernatural. Their eyes had the characteristic glow of those who'd traded humanity for power. "Supernatural mercenaries," Katherine observed. "Expensive."

I turned toward Summer. "The medical examiner wasn't completely wrong." Summer froze. "How is that possible?" "She really did kill herself. She drove the ice pick in herself. "This wasn't an ordinary suicide. It was induced through deep hypnosis. "Someone used words to destroy her will to live and suggest that she should die." Summer's voice trembled. "Who? Did you see who it was?" "A woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white lab coat. Her voice was very refined." The color drained from Summer's face.