Jacob Black From New Moon Novels & Stories

This had to be the blood moon. A ripple passes through the battlefield as others notice it too, soldiers faltering mid-step, murmurs breaking out in hushed disbelief, but none of it matters. Not really. Because at the center of it all, where the earth is scorched and cracked from magic and steel alike, two figures stand facing one another. Alexander. Jacob. Jacob’s gaze flicks briefly upward, toward the blood moon, and something almost reverent crosses his expression. My stomach twists painfully. “Oh, here the blood moon comes,” Jacob smirks, circling Alexander like a predator. “The night when the Lycan King is weakest. When your connection to the Moon Goddess thins to almost nothing.”

My Alpha mate, Kane, finally reached out through the mind-link after three days of me not showing up at his door to make a scene. His voice cut into my head, carrying a rare trace of satisfaction. "Looks like you finally understand that the rules of the Blackwood Pack aren't just for show. Since you've learned your lesson, I'll give you the pass to the healing springs. And stop making a fuss over every little thing where Selena's concerned." I didn't answer. Just looked down at the bloodstains still dried between my thighs. Kane probably thought I'd finally learned to obey. Learned to bow my head to him and Selena. No one believed that I, as Luna, had to apply to Beta Selena just to use the

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth

Smoke curled upward in thick grey streams, carrying sparks into the star-filled sky. Jacob withdrew his blade. Moonlight gleamed against the silver edge. Without hesitation, he sliced across his palm. Blood surfaced instantly, dark and vivid against his skin. Then he handed the blade to me. Our fingers brushed briefly. I swallowed and accepted it before making a smaller cut across my own palm. Sharp pain bloomed quickly. Together, we extended our hands toward the flames. Blood dripped into the fire. “The Red Moon offers tribute to Alpha Magnus Adrian,” Jacob and I said in unison, our voices blending into the night air, “Alpha of the Nightwalker pack, beloved of his people, returned now to th

"We go live. Tonight. No edits. No filters. We show them exactly what happens when you try to kill a Moon Blessed wolf." The room went silent. Then, slowly, Victor smiled. It was a sharp, dangerous thing. "Do it." Midnight. The Great Hall of Blackthorn. We stood before a single camera, lit only by firelight. Victor stood at my side, his hand heavy and possessive on the small of my back. I wore simple black. My hair was loose. My scars were bare. I looked straight into the lens. "My name is Elena Harper Black," I said. "Luna of Blackthorn. Moon Blessed. And this is the truth."

I looked up and froze. Jacob Black stood there—with his black hair falling across his forehead, blue eyes sharp and intense, tall enough to fill the doorway and make everything else feel smaller. I knew him from stories and glimpses at pack gatherings—the Beta Lord’s son, heir to more power than almost anyone except the Alpha King. New students had transferred to Miller's High recently, and he was one of them, but I never thought he would notice me, let alone speak to me. The shock hit me hard—he was really here. He stared straight at my belly first, noticing the small swell under my dress, and then slowly lifted his gaze to my tear-streaked face.

She turned and left, her footsteps fading, leaving only the soft hiss of wind against the stone. I hugged my knees and stared at the moon, feeling the weight of her words settle inside me. The next day, chaos found us. A messenger from another pack arrived at Blackthorn. A formal challenge. Written in blunt words: “Your Moon-marked is a threat to the balance. Step aside—or we come for her.” Ronan held the letter, face dark. His hands tightened around the parchment until the paper crinkled. “They want you,” he said quietly. “And they’ll come prepared.”

The lone lycan watched as Darius leaned close and whispered in the queen’s ear and he saw her eyes go wide as she seductively ran her eyes over his bare and, tanned well-toned body with interest. "Just who I was looking forward to meeting!" She announced loudly and the whisperings and mutterings amongst the other Lycans ceased. "Moon's Call, they call you, eh? You ought to be here over an hour ago... but I shall forgive that...this one time, though…" she said, "What's your real name, lycan?" She asked, although putting it in mind that he had refused to acknowledge her status by kissing her knuckles or bowing, such insolence! Moon’s Call hesitated to give a reply and it was as if everyone in

“I don’t have time for this, and I don’t want to hurt you. Let Trey know I won’t be his pawn, and since he doesn’t regard me as a sister, he can forget he ever had one.” There was a smile on his face. “Hurt me?” She breathed in the crystalline air of the Mojave Forest behind the compound, moonlight flowing through her veins. The crowd gasped, transfixed by the glow of Emory’s electric green eyes — eyes that matched those of the moon goddess Aworyn. She felt the furious power of the full moon course through her as she shifted into full hunter form: larger than the wolves, but not quite on par with the Lycians who retained their humanoid shape while transformed.

(Jacob) "you're going to find your mate soon son trust me on this." My mother said as she was giving me sympathetic looks. Dad sighed and nodded his head in agreement. My name is Jacob valentine and I am nineteen years old. I have jet black hair and blue eyes and my height is 6'4. I decided to not go to college because I had recently taken over being alpha king of my pack. You see what happened was that when I shifted into my black wolf, i had the moon crescent mark on my forehead so everyone knew that I was the alpha king of all werewolves no matter if there are alphas.