Jackson The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

He kicked Jake hard in the chest, sending him flying back into the wall. “Jake!” I shouted, rushing to his side. Jake coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “I’m fine,” he growled, pushing himself up. “Don’t let them get away.” But it was too late. The hooded figure and Andrew were already out the door, sprinting towards the forest.

Jason eased, we pulled ourselves together and moved to get our belongings. As we stepped in we caught Jocelyn “You two are unbelievable, like really?” “Shhh” I tried to quiet her. She leant into Edith “They are like rabbits, it’s disgusting.” Edith gave us a wink “I see some tings haven’t changed. Keep it that way.” Ranger stepped in “Where is Jackson?” “It’s a long story, Jason replied. But he should be here in a day or two.” After carrying everything we settled by the kitchen table. Edith offered us warm bread and coffee. We caught them up on everything. I watched Jocelyn

I guided Jackson who was blocked by Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. "Oh maybe I got this wrong...maybe you're into the whole broke ass nerd thing..." The boys around us had all begun to adjust to their hormonal changes whereas Jackson was a bit of a late bloomer. His dark hair came over those unique eyes I found calming across any chaotic space in a way that was a young Clark Kent with his black framed glasses. I was certain if had the height on the guys like Shawn did then maybe he wouldn't be so shy. "She use her hand or her mouth-" Jackson tensed, wanting to defend me.

’ Jeremy muttered internally, the happiness he felt almost overflowing from his heart. He called and asked about Jackson’s current situation. He got the news that Jackson had been with the Montgomeries these few days. Then, he stepped on the accelerator and sped to Montgomery Manor. When he arrived, Jackson was in the glasshouse in the garden. The little guy was on the bench and it seemed like he was fiddling with some DIY gadgets. The little guy was focused on what he was doing. He had a serious expression on his pinkish and good-looking face. His crystal-like eyes blinked repeatedly and he was fiddling with the items in his hands with full attention.

He met her gaze before his eyes went to the stool sitting next to her. "Azalea Moore." "Here." She answers. "Sasha Ann." "Here." "Jackson Thompson?" No answer. "J-Jackson Thompson?" "Here! Here, sorry I'm late I had to kill a frog that was chasing me. Didn't want to kill the little guy but I had to. Thank God for biology am I right old man?" Mr.Magwell did an eye roll and motioned for Jackson to find a seat. "Just have a seat young man."

Jackson added, "Reward Zeci with ten jars of honey wine," Zeci's eyes narrowed with amusement; when Hana rested, it wanted to go around for search of fruit, not expecting to see the Tronis fruit. Thanks to Hana and his conversations with Jackson, it knew what Tronis looked like. Hana jumped forward to reach out to pick the Tronis fruit but was knocked to the ground by a long tail forming a humanoid pit. Jackson hurriedly hugged Hana and ran away. "Guarded by 7-tailed snakes," Jackson exclaimed. "It's much harder for us than it was last time,"

Rachel laughed it off at first as childhood imagination, but Jake grew quieter each time the lights flickered during dinner or footsteps sounded on the stairs when everyone was accounted for. One evening Jake went down to the basement to set up storage shelves. I focused all my energy as he cleared space near the back wall. His flashlight beam caught the faint outline where the concrete met older dirt. He knelt and pried at the edge with a crowbar. The material cracked. For one heart-stopping moment he exposed more of the old fabric and the unmistakable curve of bone beneath. His face drained of color. “Rachel!” he shouted, voice cracking.

I'm able to wiggle out of his grasp, thinking Matthew is behind me, my heart skips a beat in relief. I turn around and see a giant monster appear in front of both of us. While I'm scared, Jackson is downright terrified by the massive beast. It looks like a wolf at first glance, but there's no way it could be. The animal is the size of a double-decker bus, with teeth larger than those of a megalodon shark. I have a strong urge to go close to it and stroke its fur. While I move closer, Jackson takes a few steps back. My eyes grow wide when I notice another beast appearing behind him. When Jackson takes notice of my expression, he looks behind him, then back at me again with a look of disgust.

"Didn't your ears just hear what they said? Jackson is an eighth-degree black belt from the capital! Don't embarrass your name further by underestimating their high skills!" My mouth smirks slightly. "An eighth-degree black belt? Is that simple track supposed to impress my wolf?" Cora grits her teeth hard at my apparent ignorance. Jackson had been one of the top young fighters across the entire Beacon Moon Territory even before going abroad, training in physical martial arts since he was a small pup. Sure, my hands had taken down Stiles's enforcer, Bobby, at the border clinic, but Jackson was in a completely different league of power altogether.

Jackson noticed my movements slowing down and took advantage of the opening immediately. He threw his massive weight against my side, tackling me hard right on the slippery edge of the muddy cliff. The ground completely gave way beneath our weight, crumbling into a minor landslide of rocks and dirt. I clawed desperately at the mud, trying to find a grip, but my weak paws just slid right off the wet stones. "Die, you bitch," Jackson growled as he bit down hard on my front leg, using his weight to drag me further down. With a final, violent twist, he kicked off my body and scrambled back up to the safe ledger of the cliff.