Jackson Werewolf Novels & Stories

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.

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

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

In an instant, Jake's teeth closed in on Lily's throat, a threat that left her momentarily defenseless. With firm determination, Jake subdued Lily, holding her against the ground as his transformation into a human commenced. He gripped her hands possessively. Simultaneously, Lily's own form shifted, embracing her humanity, a conscious decision embracing the practice of werewolves seeking the regenerative qualities inherent to their dual-self existence. Her once fierce eyes now revealed vulnerability, mirroring her internal struggle against Jake's sinister ambitions.

It was unfortunate that Karen had been found by foes and not friends. I had to call a pack meeting the next day. They needed to know what their Alpha had gotten himself mixed up in. I needed their help to successfully protect Karen. I needed their support, and they needed to know what was coming. I hurried to the packhouse the next day to see my uncle. I had promised Karen that I wouldn't be long. She wasn't comfortable with me leaving her, and I knew I couldn't take a human to the packhouse. I knew she was yet to accept the fact that I was a werewolf and she was the only human in the house she was in, but she had no choice. This was her new reality.

So it released him, and before he could recover from his earache, Jax immediately launched at him. Jax human form is gone, his wolf has completely taken over him. And it savagely bitten the man, which is a stray vampire. The man’s strength was nothing compared to Jax’s wolf, which has been itching to get out for how many years. And now that it has finally gotten out, it’s putting all its energy at pulling every part of the man.

She felt her back start to ache again and tried to stretch but it was an impossible mission. The door opened a few minutes later and the man entered. He was dressed in a white vest and dark blue shorts. Liana narrowed her eyes, wondering why he'd changed his clothes. Honestly, he looked smart, even a little bit more handsome but the fact that he was a monster made him unattractive. He had made an innocent person kill.