Jackson Werewolf Novels & Stories

" Alex made a sullen face to me. "But you're not a high school kid anymore, Alex." I laughed with Jake. Alex stretched out his hand to tug at my hair. I made an annoyed face at him then my eyes glanced at Jake, he was busy typing something on his cell phone. His black hair is cut short, Jake has light brown eyes. And of course like other werewolf races, he is handsome. "Jake?" . "Yeah?" he looked up at me. "So ... you're a werewolf too?" I asked in a tone of voice that I forced relaxed. Alex just glanced at my question.

He barely touched it. Wren whined. A high-pitched whine straight from his throat. As soon as Jackson lifted his hand, the whine stopped. Jackson repeated the motion, even slower this time. The whine repeated. Jackson sighed. “Wren,” he muttered. “It’s ok if you’re not ready for this. You’ve been through a lot and need to heal at your own speed.” It’d help if therapists would take on werewolf patients. He truly hated his country with every fiber of his being.

Jack raised his voice. After finishing his sentence, Jack turned to look at all the werewolves in the large room. "Do you want to always hide from humans or be free to live as you please?" Jack asked loudly. Jack's question really stirred all the werewolves in this large room because everyone wanted werewolves to be able to be themselves in human society.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

He and the others, aside from Cesar and Megan, were having trouble following. "Look, I know it's hard to believe, but I'm telling the truth. Jackson and his pack are werewolves. He's the Alpha of the Blood Stone Pack. Marcus and his guys here are werewolves too, but they're known as rogues who work for Ian. And Ian is our enemy who hates humans interacting with their kind. But since I am fated to be with Jackson and rule alongside him, Ian is trying to kill me and overthrow Jackson so he could take over the pack."

The werewolves were behind this devastating attack on the Wolf Hunter organization. I clenched my fists, my jaw set in determination. "We have to find this man, Jake. He's the key to unraveling this conspiracy." Jake's eyes burned with fury as he nodded. "We won't rest until we bring him to justice, Tyler." As we worked with the authorities to coordinate a search for the rogue werewolf responsible for the attack, I couldn't help but think of the fallen Wolf Hunters, the comrades we had lost in this senseless act of violence. Their sacrifices would not be in vain. We would honor their memory by continuing the fight against the supernatural threats that threatened our world, no matter the cost

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

Jackson nods and says, “She is Janice’s twin. She should be a wolf...but it wouldn’t surprise me if she was a defect.” A flash of anger sparks in my heart, but I don’t say anything. I can’t say anything. Jackson may be right in a way. I feel like I have wolf blood, but am I really a wolf? "Hmm," Reinar ponders. He smokes his cigarette, blowing out smoke in my face until I’m forced to cough. His lips curl at that, and he blows some more into my eyes. “She might be one of those werewolves that awaken on their eighteenth birthday, but even then, I suspect she is going to be weak,” he looks at my sister. “Are you sure you want to take care of her for the rest of your life? It’s a huge burden.”

Jason kept on running so fast till he tripped and fell. The man pounced on him that instant and bit him deeply on the neck. Strange things began to happen to his body. His hands and legs metamorphosed into those of a wolf. His face took the shape of that of a wolf. He grew fangs too. He roared and howled. He could not control himself any longer. Suddenly, thick darkness ensued and there was calmness everywhere.