Jacob Black Novels & Stories

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”

“Well, tough luck you brought me here. And I didn’t know you were seeing a therapist, why am I not seeing one too?” “This man is expensive and an asshole.” Jacob doesn’t look bothered at all. His eyes are all over me. He’s obviously in his early forties, and streaks of white grace his curly black hair. He’s in a turtle neck, and some grey ironed pants with a matching jacket strewn over his shoulders. He smiles a little at me. “You are quite fascinating. You have managed to destroy the five years of work I put into Kaiser just by existing around him.” I gasp, is that an insult or a compliment? It sounds like both.

I opened my mouth to reply, but a voice cut through the air like a knife. “You move on so fast, Selena. Maybe you never loved me. Maybe you were just trying to blackmail me for leaving your sorry ass.” Jake. He was standing in front of us. And he was blocking our path. He slicked his hair backwards. Like he thought that he was in a movie. His sharp jaw was very tight. And his stupid blue eyes were burning with so much confidence. He was wearing that same type of black jacket that seemed like it was the only thing that was inside his wardrobe. The one that he thought made him look tough— but all I saw was a jealous little boy.

she murmured under her breath, “but I see it now—heavy is the head that wears the crown.” A roar of black flame erupted behind her, snapping everyone’s attention to the podium. From the inferno rose Hound, transformed into an unholy conflagration. His once-silver fire now a seething onyx blaze, his eyes pulsing an infernal red. Towering over Emily by at least five feet, his bare ribcage revealed a molten core thrumming with power. Joints contorted, nails elongated, and his entire frame twisted into a terrifying wolf-like creature that stood on two feet, wrapped in living darkness.

Jacob Reeves did indeed struggle from scratch when he founded Security Black. He worked tirelessly to build a company that was looked down upon by his adoptive father, Nicklaus Hunter. The cold-hearted, iron-fisted man who kicked him out for refusing to marry a woman chosen to strengthen the Hunter Group's business network. The woman now sitting beside Jayden Kingston, the half-American, half-African man who now served as Minister of Defense. Compared to Jayden, Jacob was indeed far more handsome and charming. Especially now that he still looked dashing at the age of fifty.

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."

The ancient man who has more legacy rather than a hero is called by his name Blahel, he is the leader of the Rebela's Tribe who lives beneath the ruins city of the deserted island who worships Blahel for his achievement. The Rebela's tribe possess the a magical stones that gives them life beneath those ruins, a rare magical stones that not only boast from their daily living but also gives them both sun and moon, water and fire, earth and wind. With this special relic possessed by their hands, they had been living peacefully underneath without much care to the outside world.

Asked the black haired girl in a sour, sarcastic voice. "Her name's is Kate, Tamara," the blonde girl informed her. She has a nice aura unlike the black haired girl. "Well Kate... You don't need here anymore." Tamara told me in a matter-of-fact voice and looked down at her perfectly manicured hands as if they were more important. "How sure are you?" It was like my mouth was just talking and saying stuff without my head kicking into gear. I had a real problem with sass and this was my problem coming to light.

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.