Jackson Werewolf Novels & Stories

His grip on the babies tightened, fear etched across his face. Faith's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and desperation. "You won't get away with this, Jackson. Release them now or face the consequences!" Before anyone could comprehend the escalating situation, a transformation overtook Jackson. His body contorted, fur sprouting as his limbs elongated. In an instant, he became a massive, menacing wolf. The babies' cries echoed in the air as Jackson's jaws clamped down on the cloth they were wrapped in. Gasps of disbelief spread through the crowd as the realization hit. In shock, Faith's voice wavered, "No, Jackson, don't do this!"

“Forget it, I might not have believed certain things if I had not seen them. I know you won’t believe me either when I tell you that those were not regular wolves. There are werewolves in this town.” “So, it’s true.” Zach said. “They really exist. Are there vampires and ghosts in the forest?” “What are you talking about?” Hannah asked. “Are you serious now?” “I thought you knew it and were trying to hide it from us,” I told Hannah. “How did you live here all those years and never saw any. Leon is the werewolf I saw that.” “If I wasn’t in so much pain, I’d laugh. Stop being ridiculous, Emilia. You have been acting crazy ever since we got here.”

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

Mrs Susanna was so much happy on the safe delivery of her daughter, now she has another child from her daughter, a grandchild. Six years later, Jackson's baby who is a grown-up boy named Nelson. He was a brilliant and understanding young boy, at his age he knows what is good and what is bad and lastly he is a werewolf which made the people of the blue crystal clan excited. But to twist the whole matter on Jackson side, he was worried but happy his son took after his mother nature.

Other than fear and submission. "I can't feel your wolf. When last did you shift?" William asked his tone ever so cold. "I'm n-not a werewolf, I'm a human like my mother." Ethan try not to stutter as he spoke to the cold alpha before him not daring to look up. "Human?" William repeated monotonously. "He is half blood and can't shift." Robin said. "I think his wolf is just retarded." Dian said as she walked in. "Nathan had his wolf at eleven." William said, "he is suppose to shift at 14."

I have extraordinary speed, agility, and strength. No, I am not some superhero; I am a werewolf. However, unlike most werewolves, I do not live in a pack. No, I am not a rogue wolf, either. I belong to one of the most powerful packs in North America, 'The Jade moon pack'. I am very much in touch with my older brother, the Alpha of the pack, Rick Anderson, and the pack Beta, Bobby. My father's beta, Thomas Jackson, and his lovely wife Martha. I even visit my pack annually during Christmas.

I could feel the rotation of the earth beneath my feet. I looked down at the mark. It wasn't a jagged wound. It was a glowing, silver sigil of a wolf’s head, etched perfectly into my skin. The heat radiating from it was intoxicating—a constant, pulsing reminder that we were no longer two separate beings. The door to the chamber finally gave way. The first of the Pack—a massive, scarred Beta named Silas—lunged through the threshold, his eyes blood-red with the madness of the Blood Moon. He didn't see an Alpha and his mate; he saw a target.

She didn't respond to me, but gestured to a shadowy corner of her hut. "Next, the half-dead werewolf," Astrid said. I squinted and froze after recognizing what I saw. There, chained and barely alive, was a man-if you could still call him that. His body was battered, his breaths shallow. “Who is he?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Jackson,” Kiara responded, her tone indifferent. “He was once a prince among werewolves, but his recklessness cost him everything. Now, he's nothing more than a tool.”

" he enquired. "Jackson's a sensitive person, baby. He's...delicate, and he's kind and bubbly and outgoing. He's like a...a Golden Retriever." Michael and I shared a laugh. "He's just amazing. And Jackson also likes simple stuff. Like...retelling paranormal stories and his theories, even though he doesn't read much. I think it's safe to say that he believes that there's a...different species out there." Michael snorted. "One that is a wolfman that can get pregnant." He rolled his eyes. "Still traumatized about that,"

Jackson questions, looking back straight at me, catching me in the middle of the stairs. “He didn’t need to,” I answer while standing up right as Hanzo moves between us, confusing both Jackson and I. “Who and what are you?” Jackson questions with a stern gaze and I shake my head. “No one, I’m a werewolf,” I answer reluctantly, I don’t like his questions, they scare me and I’m not sure why. “Parents?” Jackson continues his interrogation when Hanzo pushes him back. Tears fall down my cheek as Reika presses forward and growls. “Jackson don’t,” Hanzo growls protectively and I shake my head while shrugging.