Jacob Black Twilight Novels & Stories

He growled at the end of the thing. "You slaves need to fight with me and defeat me to touch my Aurora, do they have a dare to fight with me, say?"Jacob said but I don't understand what he is planning to do. "I WANT HIS PIECE OF PARTS IN MY HANDS!" The Lord of Hell passed an order while waking up every vampire. "OKAY, BOSS!" The vampire replied in unison. I looked at Jacob, who was staring at the black hole with a smirk on his lips.

While twirling the glass in his hand, he looked at Jacob. Jacob’s hand stopped for a moment, but he sipped his drink and kept the glass on the table. “The tattoo on your arm,” Caleb exclaimed, pointing towards the small tattoo of a scorpion on Jacob’s forearm. Jacob had folded his sleeves up to his elbows. He eyed the tattoo and looked towards both of them, specifically towards Cassian. “Cassian Holt, or better to say ‘King of Shadows,’ never fails to impress anyone,” Jacob replied in a calm tone.

Power isn’t inherited. It’s stolen. And tonight, Jacob would steal it with his bare hands. The house was quieter now. Not peaceful, never that. But quieter. Like it was holding its breath. Even the staff spoke in hushed tones, watching Jacob with sidelong glances. It wasn’t fear they looked at him with. It was recognition. Like they’d finally realized he wasn’t a victim or a pawn. He was something else. Something sharper. Jacob was dressed in black. Not to hide. But to be seen, to stand out in a house full of ghosts.

Deep down, I knew where this was going, but I wasn’t ready to accept it. Suddenly, the door opened. A tall figure stepped in, and I looked up to see him. He looked exactly like he did in the photos, this time even better. Handsome didn’t even begin to cover it. He stood around 6’5”, with a model’s physique and an effortlessly sharp presence. Dark blue eyes, a chiseled jawline, a well groomed beard… He looked like a Norse god. Like the actor who played Loki in Vikings, only far more captivating.

EDINA POV It’s hard to tell when it’s day or night in the Twilight Court—always hovering somewhere in between, caught in that breathless moment before the sun tips too far or the stars take full command. But when the air cools just enough to sink into your bones and the wind whispers like it’s trying not to wake something—that’s how you know it’s evening. I shift in the satin sheets, stretching slowly. A weight anchors me. Rhaenan’s arm draped across my waist.

She was the one who reported everything to Eric, and thanks to that, they were able to warn Lucian before Ethan could get shot. “What do you know about Professor Lucian?” Twilight rolled her eyes. “Is that why you dragged me in here? And why should I even be talking to you?” “We're trying to help Ethan, and recently, you got quite close to that weird mysterious partner of Mr. Black. So, you probably know something.” “So you can use it against him? I know what your plan is, bastard, and if you think you can get anything from me, you're a fucking idiot,” Twilight scoffed, her eyes cold and piercing. “And not under any circumstances should you call his friend weird.”

asked Jacob staring at me incredulously " I won't call it grand but yeah kind off " " Its stupid - there is no way , Annabeth 's gonna -" his short speech was interrupted when Annabeth opened the door to her room and stepped out with an air of authority as she announced " I'm having black current " with her little hands on either side of her tummy. " Ice cream huh " deadpanned Jacob staring at his little sister " Ice cream always works " I said grinning with triumph " yeah it does " rolling his eyes he walked away beckoning me and Annabeth to follow behind him " I'm gonna remember this squirt, Ice cream actually ranks higher than your elder brother "

I took in the scent, filling my lungs with what smelt like a beautiful combo of Jacob's dark chocolate exuberance and something more delicious, something I couldn't place. What was that? Jacob growled, low and deep, and my eyes snapped up to his. With his eyes closed, he looked like he was fighting an internal conflict. What was that all about? His eyes suddenly flew open and I gasped at the sight. It was pure black now and his hands were twitching at his sides, uncontrollably. "Jacob", I called wearily, subtly shifting to the other end of the bed. If it came to the case of me running, I needed to have easy access to delude myself that I could run from a vampire.

“He’s outside.” My stomach twisted nervously, and I looked up at Tyler. He straightened slightly. Then the door opened, and I froze. Jacob stepped inside. He looked completely different. He looked older, more confident, and dressed in an all-black suit that made him seem more intimidating. My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, I felt a strange rush of nostalgia. “Jacob!” Wendy called, hugging him briefly. “Hi, Wendy. So good to see you,” he said, smiling warmly. Then his gaze fell on me.

Draven’s babies. What if they grow up without a father? What if Draven dies believing I am safe while I stand here doing nothing? My vision blurred with hot tears. “Leo… please… just tell me he is winning. Tell me he is still fighting.” Leo looked away. My stomach dropped. “Leo. Tell me.” “He was holding his ground when I saw them,” Leo said slowly. “But Jacob has something dark inside him tonight. Something I have never seen before. His wolf was foaming at the mouth. His eyes were black. Like he was possessed.”