Jackson Werewolf Novels & Stories

"I guess I should tell you how my life was before I came here." "I thought I was their real son. They never told me I was a werewolf. I knew they were vampires but I always thought I was a late vampire. When my 16th birthday came along, I turned into my wolf, Gage. They told me about you guys. They told me how you didn't want to leave me. They even told me about Uncle Parker."

Jackson snarled, and shifted. The transformation was brutal and swift. Jackson's human form exploded into that of a massive brown wolf, easily twice the size of most pack members. His eyes glowed with predatory fire as he circled the fighting space, looking for an opening. Larry's shift was different,fluid, graceful, like watching darkness take shape. His wolf was midnight black with silver eyes that gleamed like starlight. He was smaller than Jackson, but what he lacked in size he made up for in speed and intelligence.

The witch was putting a spell on Sasha and before I knew it, I had fallen to the ground naked as the witch was bent over trying to catch her breath. Jackson was fighting with Fred. Fred had shifted into a light grey wolf, while Jackson was a black wolf similar to Eric. Eric was already beside me and took a bite out of the witch’s side, before he circled back around her and tried to grasp her neck in a death grip. But she was faster and threw Eric back against the wall.

The looming threat of the rogue werewolves, now more organized and dangerous than ever, had forced even the most rivalrous clans to unite under a common cause. Alex Robert Macrobat, a 30-year-old werewolf and mother, stood beside her son, Prince Kai. Alex’s journey from a human to a werewolf had been marked by tragedy and transformation. She had embraced her new identity after her mother was killed by a werewolf, leading her to the United States where she met her werewolf clan and learned to control her werewolf form. Alex eventually gave birth to Kai, who inherited her werewolf genes and bore a striking resemblance to his father, Kim.

Skylar's gaze went from a widely opened mouthed Shailyn to a stupefied Jackson, a werewolf they met the day they step foot in velocity. His skin was tan, his eyes were grey, his hair was twirly brown, his body was built and firm. "W-what's wrong guys?" She stuttered astonished. Jackson stepped forward, stretched his muscled and tattooed hand out, and caressed Skylar's hair. "Wow," he remarked. Skylar let out an anxious sound from her mouth. "What's going on?" She instantly jumped out from bed in her pink briefs and raced to the bathroom.

He didn’t believe me, but he played along. Jackson is the first of us to get out of the car to confront the haggard werewolf. I have no idea how he survived the winter, but he looks dreadful. He lost a lot of weight, and he’s skeleton thin, his scraggly beard and dirty, greying hair just adding to the overall appearance of utter despair. It takes me all of a minute to get over my initial shock. Bismarck is no threat to us. “What are you doing here?” Jackson asks. “The order is to kill you on sight.”

I asked with narrowed eyes. “Of course!” She replied with a slightly displeased expression on her face. “I know what a werewolf looks like y'know.” She said. “I am sorry if you feel offended by my doubt but being able to transform at the young age of seven is simply unheard of.” I said with a sigh escaping my lips. “That might be true but I knew what happened to me so I am telling you right now, that I did learn how to control my wolf powers at the age of seven.” She said with a confident look.

a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.

“Don’t you understand? I’m doing this for you.” Just when Jacquelyn was about to hit me again with the wooden plank, the front door suddenly opened. The door slammed against the wall creating a loud booming sound eventually stealing everyone’s attention. The moonlight coming from the doorway shone brightly that it took a while for our eyes to adjust and from there, for the for the first time ever, I finally saw a werewolf. A real-life werewolf. It was Mr. Lykaios. I couldn’t tell it from his appearance but I could clearly smell his scent. His face was covered in gray hairs as well as his chest and arms and he had hairy wolf ears. He was snarling and I saw fangs instead of teeth.

I say. "Everyone knows that she's not a real werewolf. She's half fae. That doesn't make her a real wolf." Elias yelled. Jackson then let out a growl so loud that it almost felt like the ground shook, and I saw fur sprouting out on his arms and his claws protruded and he started shifting right there. "I want you all out of this house. Right now. As for that rogue bitch. She's going to be executed at first light." Jackson growled through gritted teeth. And that's when Joseph stepped in. And he started challenging Jackson.