Jacob Black From New Moon Novels & Stories

The hunt for justice had begun, and under the moonlit sky, they marched into the darkness, ready to face the vampires and avenge the lives lost. Under the shroud of the moonlit night, the Silver Moon Pack, led by Alpha Jake, Morgana, and Luna Mara, ventured into the lair of the vampires. Morgana harnessed the power of her witches, creating a portal that allowed them to breach the hidden sanctum of their adversaries.

He looked… relieved. His hand tightened on the dagger. He twisted. The pain arrived like lightning. White. Blinding. Her knees buckled. His grip on her shoulder held her in place. “The Moon demands blood, Arielle,” he murmured at her ear. His tone was almost gentle. Almost. “And you are the perfect lamb.” Heat poured down her torso. Blood soaked the front of the dress. Red on white. No one screamed. No one rushed the altar. The guests watched. Still.

The moon hung low between the trees, enormous and black at its core, rimmed with a ring of dull silver fire. Zevran was already awake, standing at the edge of the clearing. The light carved him into shadow and steel. He didn’t turn when he spoke. “It wasn’t supposed to rise yet.” Kaelira swallowed. “The Black Moon.” He nodded once. “Every hundred years. It draws power from those tied to the old seals.” His gaze cut toward her. “From you.” Her mark burned hot. “You’re saying this thing woke up early because of me?” “Because of the bond,” he corrected. “Our magic combined woke the lunar current. It’s feeding on us.”

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

Still, she's not showing her face to the naked eye Jacob. "W-what do you mean? I never did that. Whenever I pray, it wasn't always about me— I mean, it was NEVER about me," furious and bewildered Jacob replied. "How come you're still entitled to say you NEVER did that? Does it mean I'm the liar here when I only work through your needs? You asked for this. Now, it's on the process." The moon goddess finally showed her face. She's wearing a black dress and black make-up. She looked more like an evil goddess than the moon if humans are to see her and describe how she looks. She smiled creepily at Jacob.

That night, as Jason shut his eyes, he saw flashes of himself, filled with rage, standing over a man he had shot dead. Other images of five men flashed in, lying lifeless in different positions, at different locations. He felt relieved, breathing the metallic scent of their blood before walking out of there. He was dressed as Black Moon and the wind played with his black jacket which was as dark as a heart void of forgiveness. He opened his eyes, watching the ceiling. "I'm almost there, Rose." He smiled and averted his gaze at Stacy before laying a soft kiss on her cheeks.

Cilyna thought before throwing the vampire she had been tussling with into a witch running towards her. "Blue Moon shifters! I've heard of them but I thought they were only myth." Jake, Ciaran's beta, spoke up through the link. "They rank with the hybrid. All eradicated before given the chance for life." Ciaran said. Two howls broke through the air, loud and clear. Somehow Cilyna knew it was her children. With their howls, all the vampires in the area feel to the ground curling in on themselves before turning to ash were the lay. Cilyna could see that Ciaran's huge white wolf was struggling to stay standing, whimpering and pawing at his ears. As the silence enveloped then again, Cilyna looke

When we reached the Black Moon pack, it was past midnight. Luna Mira had come to the airport. I could sense that she wasn’t alone. The whole pack was with her. I could hear wolves howling in the background. The news that Alpha Jacob had died came faster than us. I clutched Lucas in my arms as Apollo curled his arm around my shoulders and took us out.

He said looking at them. Ryan’s phone rang, he didn’t know the number. “Hm, I wonder who this could be.” “This better be who has my wife.” “Depends, is this Ryan DeMarco?” “Yeah who the fuck are you?” “James, Alpha of the Midnight Pack Mafia, I may have someone that belongs to you.” “You have my Luna Beth. I give you about ten seconds to peacefully agree to tell me where she is or we go to war.” “No need to go to war Alpha Ryan, I have her she is safe. She is feisty. We grabbed her off the street, it was an accident.”

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.