Jaguar King Novels & Stories

I look at my hand and I am holding a dead wizard. “Bruce, we need Adam back, bud,” Joshua looks at me. “Bruce,” Lucas looks at me. “Come on man, give Adam control.” “I need to see my king,” I drop the wizard. I am a loyal Lycan of Royal Blood. My allegiance to my King is absolute. Above all, even to Adam. I kneel next to my King. “Oh, great Caesar, I come to pay tribute.” I can feel my King in there. He has been restless all day. Something about my mate has him stirring.

His hair was disheveled, like he had been running his hand in them. “You know one day Fabiano will catch you and that day will be your last day on Earth.” I warned, an unknown fear settling inside me at my own words. He only smiled and shook his head, “He won’t.” “You’re arrogant.” I pointed out. He raised his brows, “I am just telling the truth.” “He is the King.” He smirked, “A King can fall too, ocean eyes.” I tensed, looking into his eyes, searching for something. Something I had no clue about.

From the toe of his boots, which I've seen up close and personal, to the top of his head, which I can only half-glimpse by straining my neck, I can tell King is an untamed death machine. His granite, clean shaven jaw takes nothing away from the animal lurking in his sharp, intelligent eyes. Long blondish brown braids tie at the back of his neck and fan out across his bare shoulders. I see nothing squirming around in them, so at least he has one plus.

Yelled king Cedric. "Don't ignore me! I am Jakus! One of the twelve Bison's Cult warlords!" Jakus released a strong aura, and immediately rushed to meet the king. In the blink of an eye the King fell to the ground due to his injuries. "How is that your majesty? You can't even handle me? How about our whole clan? Jakus said arrogantly to mock the king. The King stood up and said," Do you really believe that you are strong, just because of your little power?"

Jaguar. We were lying on our stomachs at the top of a hill. Wrench was looking through a pair of binoculars at the small shack down in the valley below us, less than a football field away. Five minutes ago, we watched the arms dealer, Jimmy Jay, plus his assistant pull up in a truck and carry in a few crates. We waited and watched, tension mounting in the group. “Fucking Snakes,” Thade said. “Late as always.”

“Why you always go with the knife, boss?” “I like it personal.” “Penthouse now?” he asked. I nodded once. The real hunt began. Today the day wouldn’t end without me showing Victor I was not playing. Victor’s “prince” lived on the top floor of a renovated heritage building, five stories of marble floors and imported drapes. He’d grown up soft: bulletproof glass, two discreet armored cars downstairs, four men with tailored suits and hidden Glocks. But the steel gates couldn’t keep out demons nor kings. Never had.

Without being told, he knew that the Jaguar was responsible. Rather than confronting the tiger about it, redneck decided to let it go. He would rather not let anything interfere with his friendship with Jaguar. A thousand times, jaguar has come true for him in the clutch moment he least expected. Jaguar has also done a good job of keeping his secret safe. Since then, Redneck has sworn to pledge his allegiance to Jaguar until he stops breathing. He doesn't intend to break that vow anytime soon. “What are you talking about? Can you stop pulling my legs?” The boss yelled over the phone.

He growls out not liking that I used my command on him. "You plotted and went against me only to let someone for a lower bloodline rule over you!?!" I growl out punching alpha James in the stomach. Alpha James started to cough. "He's from a lower bloodline, but he's stronger. I don't know what it is, but there's something strange about him." He glares up at me, before spitting blood at my feet in a sign of disrespect. "He may be from a lower bloodline, but he's a better king than you! He doesn't rule over the wolves with fear the way you did!!" Hearing enough of his disrespect I start to deliver blow after blow to him.

“That body is made for fucking…” I whirled on him. My eyes flashing. “Don’t even think it.” With a growl I turned back to watching the girl. She was beautiful he was right about that. All long blonde hair and wide eyes that peeked out from beneath the curtain of her golden hair and her curves were mouth wateringly womanly, but she looked so normal. She didn’t look like the daughter of a mob boss. Looking at her you would never know that she had been born Mafia Royalty. A pampered little princess who lived a life of luxury at the pain and expense of others.

Something a thug like Harrison perhaps would have wanted to think twice about before he decided to enter it. Unbeknownst to David. Not too far outside the warehouse, a jet-black Charger with its deep tinted windows blended into the eerie darkness that continued to blanket the surrounding area. The car's owner fixed on the warehouse entrance unblinking as he waited for the mafia king to leave.