Jacob Werewolf Twilight Novels & Stories

I remembered seeing my wolf following him to the forest, but that was where I lost consciousness. "Come on now, open those eyes for me" his voice coaxed. I managed to pull one eye, then the other open. I lay on the ground, on his lap to be precise, and his face was right above me. The lighting was no longer red and it was calm, the chaos had died down. It was still night time, or very early in the morning, I wasn't sure. But all was calm. He...was older, then I was. My wolf knew his name and everything about him like she knew the back of her paws. My wolf recognized him. But I didn't know the human part of King Hades.

“When you saw our wolf form, you saw us like a wolf, but double the size of the regular wolf, right?” Nodded my head, I said blatantly, “Yes, you guys were like Jacob on Tw*light.” The three of them winces of the comparison. Can’t blame them, not all men love the story. But it makes me wonder about the other clan, maybe vampire exist as the mystic blood people, right? I mean, we get these three able to transform into a wolf. I will never surprise if a vampire also exists.

The handsome and innocent looking young boy had turned to a fiery beast whose chains had been cut by its own fire. " Derek! Wait!" The boy turned to the lady with eyes that still recognized no one. To him, every single person there was a traitor. " You killed my mother!!!" He attacked the woman with a strength that a boy could not have possibly possessed. In a matter of moments, two older wolves, a man and a woman who was the healer he had called, were lying on the ground. Both were draining towards unconsciousness. While still standing there, he felt his fire being watered down. His eyes had turned from the crystal gold of his beta form to his normal bodily eyes. His claws withdrew and he r

He started to dig them into me as he tried to rip my side out. I grabbed Jacob’s leg and moved my body into his. I pulled his claws out and felt my side being ripped wide open. I needed blood to try to repair the damage I had. I twisted Jacob’s leg and felt a satisfying snap. I couldn’t help but grin as I moved as quickly as possible and jumped onto Jacob’s back. I sank my fangs into his fur and felt the flesh underneath. I drank deeply of Jacob’s blood. I had never felt such energy from feeding. Was it because Jacob was a werewolf?

Deloris vowed. And even as mother and daughter embraced, all the werewolves except for Phillip, Gloria, Paige, and Ryan, shifted into ferocious-looking wolves. “Move!” At Phillip’s command, the wolves charged onto the compound. *** The jackal’s head shot up from the herbs in front of him when he heard the name that fell from the boy’s lips. He turned his head to stare at twenty-one-year-old Troy who was relaxing in a lazy chair with his eyes closed. The boy was an early riser. That was because of what he was…a werewolf. But he didn’t even know that himself, thanks to the Lord Command. He was supposed to be down in the dungeon with the other prisoners but Reynard had instructed that he should

I needed to lose my temper for a moment, then I could very well become a pawn in the hands of the Shadow Killer. "I won't harm your parents if you obediently listen to me!" The Shadow Killer spoke softly. His soft voice really disgusted me. "You're the one behind it all, the one who caused all the chaos in wolf society, aren't you?" I looked him straight in the eye. The Shadow Killer laughed. "That's right, it's about time I don't have to hide anything, I'm the werewolf you've been looking for, I'm not just the head of the Sun Soldier organization the head of the many other organizations, I founded many such as I wanted to prevent you, the righteous werewolves from having a happy life.Why ca

This was… “Werewolves are real, aren’t they?” “Yes,” he answered. “You’re a Werewolf. Waylen is a werewolf.” Malik said nothing, but his silence hit harder. In the twilight saga, they turned into wolves. They could take two forms. “Oh my God.” I scrambled away from Malik. The corner light came on and he grabbed me before I got out of bed. His delicious body hovered over mine as he pinned my hands above my head. He was no longer hairy. His eyes were constantly flickering between green and gold.

A small laugh escapes me, and I offer another small nod for him to continue. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say to that? “A lot of the folklore is based on the truth. How much do you know about werewolves?” “Um, I mean—silver bullets; you shift under a full moon; alphas are the boss. Oh! I love Twilight. I was always Team Jacob.” I nearly facepalm myself the second I say that. That sounded way less stupid in my head.

The feeling was both thrilling and unsettling, a primal instinct urging her forward, yet a cautious voice whispering warnings in her ear. Then she saw him. He was a magnificent specimen of a werewolf, his coat the color of midnight, his eyes glowing with an ethereal light. He stood silhouetted against the setting sun, his form both powerful and graceful, a creature of the night carved from shadow and moonlight. His presence exuded a potent magnetism, a force that drew Lyra to him despite the prickling unease at the back of her neck. He was unlike any wolf she had ever encountered within the ShadowClan; there was a quiet intensity about him, a depth of power that transcended mere physical str

Kliara, who was yet to understand what he meant, asked. “Listen carefully, the only people who use a bow the way you just did are the things we hunt when they are yet to transform and if you are telling me that Jacob is the one who had taught you, then my suspicion had been right all along, he’s a werewolf,” Williams explained to Kliara. Kliara didn’t want to believe what her Father said but she remembered immediately when Jacob's eyes had glowed bright red, how he was perfect at almost everything he did.