Jackson Werewolf Novels & Stories

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.”

Jake caught it mid-air— —and froze. White fire ran under Jane’s skin. Light burst from her wounds as white fur rolled across her body. She rose, an ethereal werewolf, eyes like dawn over ice. One kick sent Sara smashing through a tent frame. “Oh my God,” Kim whispered. Jake stepped in, syringe ready—then the white wolf stood between him and the wreckage, grace and fury in the same breath.

Characters Jackson: a 27-year-old reclusive artist who lives near the edge of the Blackpine Forest. She's grounded, sharp-witted, and recovering from a toxic relationship. Henry Fodger: a 34-year-old unhinged, dominant werewolf who’s been watching her from the shadows, convinced she belongs to him. Scarred, rough, and dangerous. . . .

The ground beneath us shook as their magic intertwined, unleashing a beast more powerful than I had ever seen. Zeus emerged, a towering werewolf standing on two legs, an imposing eight feet tall. His nails were long and sharp like spears, and his teeth gleamed like razors. Drool hung from his snarling mouth, his growl reverberating through the air, a terrifying and formidable presence. Jackson's eyes widened in rage and fear as he felt the shift in power. "No!" he bellowed, but it was too late. The brothers' united strength was overwhelming.

Jackson admitted he was unfamiliar with the concept, and she reassured him with a smile that it was all right. The Luna summoned the pack's doctor and briefed him on Jackson's situation. The doctor assured Jackson he could assist in finding his wolf, to which Jackson eagerly agreed. Hours later, the doctor arrived to administer a shot intended to awaken Jackson's wolf. The doctor warned that Jackson would initially feel uneasy, anxious, and off-balance as his bones broke, and his body reshaped into his wolf form. He advised Jackson to take deep breaths and stay calm, despite the intense pain that would follow. Krystal promised to support Jackson, offering as much help as he needed.

I had to find help. Damon signaled to Jackson, to take me away. Jackson approached me, his eyes filled with concern. I fought back, refusing to leave Damon's side. But Jackson was persistent. He held me in place and began pulling me away, his grip firm but gentle. I struggled against him, tears streaming down my face. "Please, Lily," Jackson pleaded. "We have to go. Damon needs us to survive." Reluctantly, I allowed Jackson to lead me away, my heart breaking at the sight of Damon's wolf form. He transformed into a huge black-furred wolf with red hair on the tip, ready to defend his pack and me.

Maybe he wouldn’t be friends with Nico now. Knowing of his friend’s awkward situation, that last thought, for him, was much more sad than learning about slavery. As he looked up at the ceiling, wondering, he wished he could do more to make the turn of events better for him as well as everyone else. ---------- The next day filled the young man with a subtle excitement that somehow replaced his dreaded feeling of restlessness. It could have been because he had finally turned, releasing that pent-up emotion. This would be his first day as a full-fledged werewolf.

“Jackson, I’m sorry. It’s all so messed up. The guy you saw the other day, Trix, he’s involved in this. They’ve got me wrapped up in some werewolf pack politics.” “Werewolves?” he repeats, incredulous. “Dixie, have you lost your mind?” “No, I’m serious!” I insist. “These people are actual werewolves. I’ve seen them shift, Jackson. It’s real. And tomorrow, there’s going to be a full moon. They’re planning something big and I have no idea what it is, but it’s got everyone on edge.” There’s a long pause on the other end of the line. “Dixie, this sounds insane. Werewolves? Full moons? What are you talking about?”

“She is scared of me.” “Then show her there is nothing to be afraid of,” he retorts. “You’re a werewolf-vampire hybrid, for heaven’s sake! You have power and strength beyond measure.” “But all that power and strength will mean nothing if it scares the woman I love away from me,” I murmur quietly. “Well then,” Jackson says slowly, “Maybe it’s time you show her that your power and strength are not something she should fear but something she should feel protected by.” I look at Jackson then, really look at him. The usually goofy and jovial vampire is nowhere to be seen. In his place sits a mature figure of wisdom.

He threw the three dead bodies of rabbits into the hole. Auntie Caroline inhaled deeply. Mr. Jackson paused and looked at Auntie Caroline. “I told you, don’t worry too much, Carol!” Sonya closed the back door and she continued walking into the kitchen. She clenched her teeth as she poured the cold water from the jar that she took out from the fridge into a glass. She kept listening to their conversation from her place. “So, I told you, she inherited both bloodlines of a werewolf and a white witch, Carol. I could smell it from her scent lately.” Mr. Jackson spoke while his mouth was busy chewing the tobacco.