Jacob Black Gif Novels & Stories

She repeated in an annoying song. I grunted, resting my hands on the counter by the bar, “Just enjoy the party, Lyla. He should be here soon.” “Or maybe he's here already,” said a man, his voice so deep it rattled me—I gasped. I turned immediately to see Jacob, donned in a neat blue tux, his hands sunk into his trousers. His red eyes lit up as he flashed a smile at me. Nervous, I stood frozen to a spot and waved, “Hi.”

Not all that tall,5ft 9,with thick black short hair,styled in a Mohawk. He wore nerd glasses and he had a tattoo sleeve on his left arm. He is the one that does all the underground jobs and the hacking. According to Jake,he could hack into every bank in the country but that will only attract the attention of the FBI,so he only hacked into big organizations,siphoning their money and transferring all of it into a reserved account handled by an associate. Black Ace,the second tallest and biggest guy in the clique. Black American,7ft 1inch tall,bald headed with tattoos all over his two arms,his neck and his left cheek.

Troy breathed. It was only after Paul had shifted and started to walk towards where Agyemang stood on the wide stage that the proud-looking alpha allowed his own wolf to take over. “There he is…” Jake T breathed with awed amusement when Agyemang shifted into a large jet black wolf. Black wolves were noted for their no-nonsense attitude and ferociousness. It made them even more attractive. But from Jake T’s reaction, there was clearly more than met the eye. “Damn, he’s fine.” He moaned as he sat forward.

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

Shadow magic cracked through the air. Dark bolts of energy burst against the trees and rocks around us, scorching the edges of Zevarion’s cloak. He ducked, shielded me with his body, and kept running. But they were gaining. We wouldn’t make it much farther. “I’ll shift put her on my back!” Kavira barked suddenly, her voice deeper, more determined than I’d ever heard. “What?” Zevarion said startled. Kavira dropped to all fours, bones cracking and twisting as her transformation began. In seconds, her human form was gone, replaced by a massive brown wolf with sharp amber eyes and thick fur that bristled with readiness.

The familiar sights are now uncharted territory. Although Jacob’s body is still, his laughter spreads throughout the space, emitting a hollow sound that reveals the bitterness and emptiness that are festering within him. The mocking chuckles seem to be making fun of the pointlessness of his life, a brutal reminder of his helplessness to stop the agony that has engulfed him. Despite his attempts to appear amused, he is consumed with a raging wrath that is threatening to kill his happiness. While he lies there, a black pit of despair that appears to eat everything in its path has formed inside of him.

My eyes close and all I can see is him. Jaxon as a huge, beautiful, black, Wolf.

Jacob’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and my forehead creased as I glanced at my mate through the rearview mirror. She tilted her head away from the window, and her eyes caught mine. Her face paled, and I saw her swallow hard. "You don’t have to answer him," I told her coldly. Why the fuck was Jacob meddling here? Was he trying to charm her? Wasn’t his Luna enough for him? I heard the fucker chuckle before turning his body around to look at my mate, drawing his hand out. "Jacob. Alpha Jacob of the Black Shadow Pack. You might have not heard about me since my pack was way on the other side of this place."