Jackson Werewolf Novels & Stories

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.

After he finished, I also followed his steps. "Amelie, what are you doing here?" I frowned at her presence. "There is no water at home, mom told us to get water from the river." "She's carrying three buckets, the other two are for you and your boyfriend. That's why we're looking for you." The man next to her added. I nodded my head. "Where's the bucket?" "It's over there, follow me." The man I knew named Jackson answered my question again. From the accounts of many werewolves, he is a bad wolfman. He often caused trouble and annoyed other werewolves, even since he was little.

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

"Interesting that now that you're back, now that I'm scrambling to pull things from the gutter, they have so much to say and their opinion--your opinion--is that I should just get married?" He shuffled his feet. "You're taking it too personally. This is what I'm talking about. You can't run a pack and be this sensitive." I almost laughed in his face. As usual, Jackson was proving himself to be a typical, stubborn werewolf male, so stuck in his way of thinking that he couldn't even see the lack of logic in it. I supposed nothing had changed from years ago. My lips twitched as I thought about Devin. Perhaps Jackson was just a typical man.

For now, she’d have to be the werewolf’s assistant. The End!

As the door closed behind me, the cool night air greeted me with a sense of urgency. The Crescent Moon Pack's pack house loomed before me, its structure familiar yet charged with the weight of the recent events. I had summoned a meeting with James, Alpha Jensen, and his Beta David to discuss the increasing attacks on the werewolf packs. As I entered, Jackson, our Gamma, caught my eye. His presence surprised me, and a tinge of suspicion lingered. I approached him, my gaze piercing as I questioned, "Jackson, what are you doing here? I ordered you to stay and protect the pack."

I know the promise of acceptance, of no longer being a rogue, would drive them to ensure I complete my task, come hell or high water. Jackson was the one who took the lead. He kept the others in line, having been cast out of his pack as a child, he had grown up as a rogue. He learned how to control his beast and he in turn, taught the others how to bond with their wolves and set themselves apart from the rabid rogues who wander the woods. I heard stories about werewolves all my life. Grown men would return from a hunt, jabbering wrecks, swearing blind that they had seen these creatures of myth. I never really believed them until I was one of those men myself. I didn’t get to return though, i