Novel & Cerita Jackson Werewolf

“Do we know anything else of the witches?” “It seems like she was the last of her kind,” Beta Wilson replies, before clearing his throat awkwardly and looking over at Jason. “Or–I mean–” “I’m half werewolf, too,” Jason says, stabbing his fork into a roasted carrot. He pops it into his mouth, then makes a face. The boy isn’t overly fond of vegetables, I know. “And that’s the half I choose to align myself with. Not whoever my mother is, or whatever she did. I’m one of you.”

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.

It was too fast that they didn’t even expect these bandits to be that fast. “Bandits!” Jackson’s loud voice echoed throughout the forest. Jackson summoned his wolf, and he shifted into his half-werewolf form. His shirt and jacket were stretched into damage as his bones cracked and gray fur appeared on his back. Fangs and claws extended, and he howled loud before he attacked the bandits. He clawed and smashed every bandit he encountered while never leaving Ember’s side. Arrows flew everywhere as werewolves in their half-human form emerged from the shadows of the trees and began to attack them.

Jackson growls, his voice already deepening as the change begins. "And find out who leaked information about my family to that rogue bastard." He doesn't wait for a response. The moment he reaches the cover of the trees, Jackson lets his wolf take over. Bones crack and reshape, muscles tear and reform, and where a man stood moments before, a massive silver wolf emerges. He's larger than any natural wolf, his fur as light as the moonlight, eyes glowing with power. Without hesitation, the wolf launches into a run, heading due east toward home.

She blushed slightly, hoping to get him talking to distract her from the memory of the dream. "Not long. I had my first, what did Quent call it? My first change last year in Afghanistan. It wasn't exactly a pleasant experience." Jackson tightened slightly, keeping his eyes on the papers scattered across the floor. "Oh. I'm sorry." Chloe suddenly felt incredibly foolish. She knew she should have started the conversation with something safer, like religion or national politics. "Actually, until today, I didn't know there were any others like me out there." Jackson reached for the suspicious letter, holding it up to the weak yellow glow of the overhead light. He turned and smiled at her. "Quent

Jackson huffed at the werewolf glaring at him, and slowly advanced, trying to find a weakness. The two giant werewolves circled each other, and as if by agreement charged one another, striking out with meaty claws. Howls filled the air as the two fought, blood flew and snarls rang out in the air. Jackson was bleeding badly, and his hind leg was seriously wounded. He was getting desperate, Ruben was stronger than he ever imagined. Slipping in the blood he was losing, Jackson avoided a swipe of Ruben's large clawed paw. Ruben knocked him into the wall. He manoeuvred himself closer to Jackson grabbing him by the neck, Ralph and held him up in front of himself.

I haven’t seen this side of him before and it scared me a bit, to be honest. “That’s is where you are wrong, dog. You see, about 20 years ago while my father was still the leader of the hunters, he came across a rather odd creature that no hunter has ever come across before. It was a cross breed between a werewolf and a vampire. Can you imagine his surprise when he caught it?” Jackson let out a throaty growl.

Instead, it brought a new level of understanding, compassion, and strength to their community. With the support of the pack, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel embarked on a journey of discovery. They sought to redefine the boundaries of love within their werewolf society, challenging long-held beliefs and prejudices. They organized gatherings, where werewolves from different packs came together to share their experiences and perspectives on love and relationships. These gatherings became a catalyst for change, fostering understanding and unity among the supernatural community.

he barks, but it sounds more like a desperate whimper as he clumsily tries to regain his footing. Reed chuckles a confident sound that carries through the silence. “You sure about that, Jackson? So far, your attempts have been...well, comical.” Jackson’s face twists in rage. With a sudden roar, he shifts into wolf form, his massive body rippling with the change. The crowd gasps in shock and fear as Jackson launches himself at Reed.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.