Jake The Pirate Novels & Stories

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.

“Lyra’s pack did something to Eamon, making him crave the blood of his fellow wolves. Now he's dead, and I want to make them pay for what they did.” Darius smiled a little. “Then come with us. Help us find Lyra. When we get her, you can fight the Moonshadow Pack if you want. We will help you.” Jake thought hard for a minute. He looked at his guards. Then he looked at Darius again. “Okay,” Jake said. “I will help. But we do it my way when we get close to the water. I know the best roads and the best boats.” He turned to one of his men. “Call twenty of our strongest fighters. The best ones. Give them guns, vests, radios, everything. Get three more big cars ready. We will leave soon.”

Emma said, opening Harper's with a snap. "Nor'd I," he said, grinning. "My brothers, I got five of 'em and I'm the young'un of the bunch, been trying for years t' encourage my education. Took me around t', well, sportin' houses, if you know what I mean." "Sir, please!" But thrills were racing, racing in her. She wasn't half convinced this was real, and thought she must have fallen asleep after all to be dreaming this conversation. "I was always a spot too shy back then, though," Jake said, shaking his head ruefully, as if amazed at his own foolishness. "Never did mor'n kiss a few. Name's Jake, by the way."

“Are they teaching you this rubbish table manner in the Marines?” Jack only shrugged his shoulders. “They starve us to death in the training, Mom. I missed proper food and not MRE,” was his mocking reply. We know very well how proud Jack is being in the service. It was his dream to be a Marine. I giggled at his notion while both his parents shook their heads. “So Bobbie, you and Jake having my nephew already?”

Jake wondered to himself if Paul ever felt anything or if he even listened when people talked or if he was just stuck in his own self rigouts bubble. Then he thought about how Glory and Connor could stand him. He is a self pretentious ass that thinks he's better than everybody and acts like he’s royalty. But the more that Jake thought about it, he realized that Paul is royalty; he is from one of the 10 royalty wolf clans which means that it would make sense why he acts superior to others, and in a way so does Connor and Glory. Jake was torn from his thoughts by what Paul had just said “I can hear the sirens and the cop cars they are on their way we should be getting ready.”

“Young Master Seely, don’t waste time with them. Just lock them up and torture them properly!” Jake thought so too. He covered his nose which had finally stopped bleeding with a tissue and sneered grimly. He glared at Philip and said smugly, “Idiot, do you think you’re amazing just because you have some money? Are you pretending to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Who do you want to frighten by bringing out five million? Let me tell you, I’m not short of this money! I’ll buy your right hand with this five million!” Jake shouted fiercely, his eyes full of anger.

Mary is crying and pulling the damsel in distress act, which I think is a poor choice on her part. “What is your name,” Alpha Jake asks, directing his question at Mary. “Mary,” she stutters. “I suggest you work on your form and step it up. I don’t tolerate weakness in my pack and as you know, I have no problem turning anyone into a slave if they cannot be useful any other way.” His words are cold and hold a tone that lets us all know he is not kidding. He is worse than his father. “You, what is your name,” he asks, circling around me.

My name is Jake. I am the only son of my father Alaric who was an Alpha and my mother Edith, a human. My mother was a vet when she met my father in his wolf form. The hunters had attacked and brought him to her so she could heal him, and they would them take him and use him as bait to lure other wolves out. They knew he was the alpha of his pack and when he lets out a howl, they would all come together.

It was now our turn. Jake started removing his shirt and pants. I tried not to stare but curiosity was indeed a bitch. I sneaked a peak and boy was he packed. He had giant-sized everything. He had broad shoulders and a thick waist, soft thick hair covered his torso and large hands. He belonged in the jungle with the wildlife. I remembered Danny mentioning that his lineage came from Giants and Trolls. He wasn’t bad looking, just scary with a capital ‘S’. After Jake was done, the guard looked at us, “Are you two waiting for me to issue you an official invitation?”

was taken down by a slobbering puppy dog. "Come here, Jamie," Jake said and waved a bone in front of him, getting the beast's attention long enough to let Jack get back up. Jake had Jameson do some tricks, while Jack wandered over to the pit of thermite to see that Jake's ex almost got out...keyword almost. A swift kick to the nose sent the rapist back down into the pit with some colorful language, to say the least. "Damn dude, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I said, before snapping my fingers and letting three Jack 'O Lanterns fall into the pit, igniting the pile of thermite, "Who wants grilled rapist?!"