Jackson The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

Smacking his teeth Jackson narrows his eyes at the both of us but proceeds to take his truck keys out of his pocket with the Ford key ring in his hand he shakes it "Let's go then?!" As we come running down the lane, the shadow retracts and disappears. The girl laying on the floor morphs into a black cat. I reach her just as she closes her eyes…. “Tom?” Both boys stop beside me, Markus on my right and Jackson on my left "Who's Tom?" Jackson asks me "Hm The cat, he was in my window sill my first day here, he led me to The Swig and Swine Barbecue for food, he had quite the attitude with your bar keep actually." Tilting his head left Markus looks at the cat "Uhm, Scarlette, we saw a girl turn in

“How the hell did you track us up here?” He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. “You all have a tracking device inside you,” he said. “Every damn person you released has already been tracked down. Either brought back... or killed. The three of you are the only ones left.” My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I paced a few steps back, my mind racing. “I should’ve killed that bitch when I had the chance,” Riley muttered from where he sat, his eyes burning holes into me. His words hit harder than I wanted to admit. Jade—kind, gentle Jade who used to patch up stray animals and cry over broken wings—was now this? A monster experimenting on humans and werewolves alike?

"Jackson, welcome home! It's great to see you too." After a brief exchange, Jackson's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "So, where's my little buddy Aaron? I've got a special gift for him from my trip." Aaron came downstairs from his room; his eyes widened with excitement when he saw Jackson. "JACKSON!" he exclaimed, running towards him with open arms. Jackson scooped him up in a big hug, spinning him around in a circle. "Hey, buddy! I've got a special gift for you from my trip. Guess what it is?"

Hoodie. It must be the Ghost. I didn’t need a better look to know it was him. Jackson didn’t move. I didn’t move. None of us moved. We waited. He crossed the street like he was going for a walk. Like he was just a normal person. Then he looked left. Then right. And he went for the bakery door. My hand went to my earpiece. “Hold,” I said. “He’s in,” someone whispered. We waited. Three seconds. Five. Ten.

While I dedicated myself to became a fighter, a professional athlete, Jackson is a computer genius, a digital media consultant, who under the table is a hacker working for FBI tough cases. We are water and olive oil, while I’m all muscles, he his skinny and pale, one is body, the other is brain. It doesn’t matter, he’s my friend and friends are always perfect, after all, they are the ones who endure us in the best and worst days.

and covered up his bike. "We will soon be on our way, I just need to get a few things." He grumbled, bending down, he cleared some sand out of a path and it revealed an iron door.. I guess. He opened it and inside of the place contained a backpack. Jackson carried out the backpack, brought out a mustache, and a fake long black wig. He wore the wig, then fixed the mustache on and then, lastly, he pulled off his shirt. If I wasn't able to control my reaction, I would have screamed in shock. The man has a fine chiseled back. Damn.

There was a lot of shit happening in his territory. But there he was, getting ready to go jogging with a half-blood. Jackson opened up his senses and scanned as far as he could reach. He’d sensed the Circle in the area when they’d been having breakfast, but they’d left as he had ordered.

Luckily it was cool outside, and nobody thought to question my choice of dress. “It shouldn’t take too long,” Hades commented, already walking outside and expecting all of us to follow him. Marissa sulkily followed behind, and Jackson chuckled, grabbing my arm as I fought to keep the cry of pain from erupting and dragging me enthusiastically with him. They began to strip. Jackson was the quickest, shifting into his wolf which was a handsome silver and grey wolf with white paws. He was large but also friendly-looking. He trotted over and nuzzled my hand, licking it mischievously as I giggled. Marissa flung her clothes down in a fit of pique and transformed. Her wolf was small but slightly lar

“Settle that dog.” “I cannot stop him, Cere has a mind of his own.” Hearing the name of the canine made Andi's eyes bug out of her head. It was close but not quite. Cere kept coming closer, slowly, pushing to drive Jackson out of the shoppe. Jackson was at the door when, Cere finally lunged at him. He knocked Jackson into the door causing him to fall out into the alley. Andi looked up to see Jace standing there panting. She couldn’t believe he found her in the secluded place. “You found me.”

With no more time to think about the plan, the sound of clattering footsteps mixed with the sound of horse hooves approached the night market. It was Hilbert. Even though I had thrown away my clothes, he could still come here so easily. Damn it. "D-darling ...” An Omega came. His voice was hoarse, his clothes were bad, shabby, full of scars, and his stomach was distended. Anyone would be surprised, including an Alpha who had just lost his wife, the Alpha was known as Jackson. Jackson, who was mourning the loss of his Omega wife, was surprised by my arrival. He fell silent, his face looking very suspicious. The other residents seemed to be looking at me with a clear look of alarm.