Jake Rango Novels & Stories

"The Obsidian Claw pack, nestled within the dense jungles of the Congo. They're a fierce and ancient pack, led by Alpha Jengo and his Luna, Nia. The pack's territory is vast, spanning across treacherous terrain where only the strongest survive. They're known for their unmatched agility and strength, adapted to the harsh conditions of the jungle." He looked at Charlotte and Samantha, making sure they understood the gravity of his words. "The Obsidian Claw wolves are also deeply spiritual. They have a profound connection to the land and the spirits of their ancestors. This connection gives them an almost supernatural edge in battle, as they can harness the power of the earth itself. But they'r

"What's your name?" "Jake. Jake Morrison." He watched in amazement as his wounds began to close under her touch. "Are you... are you a healer?" "Something like that." Miranda had never had to explain her abilities to a stranger before. "What happened to you?" "Pack challenge gone wrong. I was just trying to get home, but I got lost in these woods and..." Jake's eyes suddenly sharpened, focusing on her face with new intensity. "Wait. You're not part of any pack I know. What territory is this?"

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

Jake's voice wavered slightly, still holding onto the formalities. At that moment, a wave of realisation crashed over me. Richard had been right, and I had underestimated the extent of the damage Jake's upbringing had inflicted upon him. Richard’s father's deliberate actions had wounded Jake and left him scarred emotionally and psychologically. A part of me couldn't help but pity him, to believe that maybe death would have been kinder for Jake.

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

​Before the engine could even cut out, the heavy oak front door of the main house slammed open. ​"Look who finally decided to bring the hostage!" a loud, booming voice echoed across the lawn. ​Jacob "Jake" Bill lounged on the porch railing, a half-eaten green apple in one hand and a basketball spinning effortlessly on the index finger of his other. Jake was nineteen, six-foot-one, with a messy, sun-bleached brown crew cut and sharp green eyes that always looked like they were searching for the nearest source of entertainment. He was Mike's childhood shadow—wherever Mike went, Jake was usually raiding the fridge or causing a scene close behind.

It made her easy to manipulate. Alpha Crane clears his throat. “Well. We’re here,” he says, gesturing to his pack. “What do you want, Jake ?” “Alpha Jake ,” Jordan corrects him. He’s standing to my left. Kev whistles from right behind me. His hands are on my hips, where they’ve been since we arrived. “Yeah, not a good start, Alpha Crane. Insulting your superior?” He makes a clicking noise with his tongue. “Not

Possessive, always so fucking possessive. Before I could savour it, Jake appeared in the doorway—my stepbrother, twenty-five and pure sin. Towering at six-foot-three, with a gym-honed body that screamed danger: tattooed arms, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, and messy dark hair that begged to be yanked. His grey joggers hung low on his hips, hinting at the V-line disappearing beneath. "Sis," he growled, that voice like velvet over steel. He pulled me from Richard's arms into his own, hugging me so tight my feet dangled. One hand tangled in my long blonde waves, the other splayed across my lower back, thumb brushing the dimples above my arse. I inhaled his scent—musk and fresh sweat from what

My voice came out quietly, trembling. "And Dante?" I asked, my eyes still fixed on the floor. "What happens to him?" Jake took a long sip from his drink before setting the glass back down. His smile widened, lazy and venomous. "Don't worry," he said casually, like we were discussing weather. "I don't plan on killing him. Not immediately." He stood, rolling his shoulders, and looked at me with a chilling flatness in his eyes. "I just want to take everything from him." A pause.

she continued but Jake instantly silenced her, “Shut up Maddy. Laya didn’t slip me anything, she’s kind and caring, something you know nothing about,” He spat the last bit at her. Maddy’s eyes widened in shock at his words, “Enough!” Chief Rann shouted, turning to look at his son in complete disgust he just shook his head, “You do not know what you are saying Jake, she’s a hybrid, she’s not even really human,” Infuriated by his father’s outburst Jake smirked,