Jake El Dragón Occidental Novels & Stories

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”

Mostly because they sounded so true, I was like a stray in a way as my mate has been treating me like something he picked up from the side of the road. “That is Aiden’s mate, Jake.” Zion answered and that Jake guy’s jaw dropped looking between Aiden and I. “Please don’t tell me she is the daughter of the Moon pack’s alpha, tell me anything but that. Tell me she is a warrior or an omega, anything.” He looked frightened when he said all that. Zion’s words played in my head when I saw the look on Jake’s face and how frantic he was.

“Is that what last night was? Hospitality?” A faint smile touched his lips, “A test. Nothing more. A measure of the man who calls himself your mate.” he answered. “And?” I asked. Alpha Draven’s eyes narrowed, “And he is… not what he seems.” he replied. I leaned back in my chair, and looked at him. “He is Jake. That is what he seems, because that is what he is.” I informed him. His gaze sharpened, “Do not take me for a fool, Alpha Aarhea. I have fought countless wolves, countless men. That was no ordinary strength. Where did he learn to fight like that? What blood runs in his veins?” he said and questioned me.

Infact, I could say they all thanked the moon goddess when he was defeated. It was finally time, Jake came down, wearing a full regalia which did surprise me but different traditions for different packs. He looked impeccably handsome in the golden coat. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes on noticing Lola behind him. How desperate can she be? It’s giving desperado at this point. We all moved to the pack ground where half of the pack was present, I watched Jake walk towards the throne, his uncle, beta and gamma beside him. Everywhere became silent, eyes watching every of his move

I smiled evilly, then turned back to Dorian. "Let's end this once and for all" I gritted. "Elf, I'm here!" I heard a familiar voice, which made me turn. I smiled widely, seeing it was Jake from the dragon clan, the one who got the powers to kill Elena. Oh, yay! I gave a sly grin. "I won't hesitate," he smiled. "Hey five of you!" I gestured at the guards around me. I giggled. "Show him the place where Elena is, also bring the weakling Alpha Darren here, let's kill them all together here before the pack members."

“I did not see it when they arrived. The dark dragon brought him down, whilst I tended to Harry.” “The dark dragon,” Connery said with rueful amusement. “Now isn’t that an impressive moniker?” “I need to speak with the dragons,” Meguitte placed Jules’ hand palm down on the bed and continued to wash the blood and gore from it. The skin was almost dyed red, and it took some time and care to achieve something that she felt acceptable.

The man called Tristan said. “Your brother fall into the wrong company. It’s not Black Dragon’s fault that he died.” The other man calmly explained. Wow… That man is different from this one. He had some decency left. “I will kill that Black Dragon.” Tristan said again. “I said I didn’t know you or your brother.” JD said as he came into the room. “I am Tristan Montero, brother of Ernest Montero, the one you killed on one of the warehouses in downtown L.A. last week.” Tristan angrily said.

In Arizona, he discovered Jake. Jake had just split from his pack. They’d been a massive group of Navajo werewolves who aligned with the witches during the war. And then Maddox met them. He watched the men now. Gerald murmured something to Jake. Laughing, Jake tossed his long black hair over his shoulder. When one first looked at Jake, some might mistake him for a woman. He was slender and of medium height. Bronze skin and long lashes. Jake was the only one that was older than Maddox—around two hundred years.

" James encouraged. "Ahhhhh, Sable." Ally groaned. " Ally groaned "Aroooooo." Sable howled. "Baby you're breath taking." Jake said in awe. Jake and James quickly change into their wolves. Zeus is Jake's wolf, and Riker is James. Zues is black as coal, and Riker is a mixture of grey and black with black ears and paws. "Aroooooo." Zeus howled. "Aroooooo." Riker howled.

he says. “Just one queen?” I ask. There should be two now. “That’s all he saw. One queen, two fucking silvers, and the rest of the thunder,” he growls. Kenneth has changed since the death of his father. He’s become singularly focused on finding and destroying the dragons, specifically the silver one who killed his father. He’s easy to recognize since he’s the only silver, thus far, who has a rider. I’m not even sure he cares about marrying Skylar or uniting our kingdoms any longer, although we have continued to work together in our hunt for the dragons.