Jarrod Jungle Fury Novels & Stories

Warriors surged closer, gripping ropes attached to the posts, preparing to drag the condemned toward the altar. Jenna inhaled sharply, bracing herself. One more heartbeat. One more second. One more chance, she didn’t yet understand. Lightning tore across the sky. Thunder crashed. And then— The jungle answered. A second flash of light illuminated a man bursting from the foliage. Tall, muscular, covered in mud and camouflage cloth. Hair wild, beard rough. Eyes sharp and predatory. He moved like a ghost unleashed. Before the tribesmen even reacted, he hurled a stone blade.

He was saying as Jared interrupted him with a laugh. "It's not okay." Jared said, his balls filled with tears. He stopped his laughter as he collected the gun which Anderson was holding and pulled a trigger to Franklin's left leg. "Fuck!" Franklin shouted as he fall to the floor. "I'm sure you know what it means." Jared walked back to the car and Anderson walked with Franklin's wife to Franklin's gang and he grabbed Mr Jaime by the hand, while the gang rushed to help Franklin who was beginning to bleed and groan in pain.

“And you might want me to like you because if I do not, your new kingdom will suffer…” And that was when Jared decided that he had had enough. When Jared let out a quiet sigh, Jasmine winced and looked away knowing what her brother was about to do. Jared stood up and within seconds he was at Flynn’s said and within the blink of an eye, he raised Flynn from his seat and punched him while letting him go, making Flynn to collapse on the floor.

Whatever was said in private alters his entire visual mood. “I’ll make it count.” Jasper smirks, paces forward at speed to where Darrius is holding Juan up and doesn’t hesitate in throwing a punch at Juan’s abdomen. Claws appearing boldly mid thrust and delivered with a powerful Lychan blow of pure intent. He pierces Juan’s flesh, digging all five talons deep into his lower abdomen and twisting cruelly with hatred to really extend the suffering he just inflicted. I tense and gasp inwardly at this violent encounter, suddenly stiff as a board as my emotions bristle and I don’t recognize this person as my brother. Jasper was always so gentle.

“Do you like me like this, baby brother?” His body looked disfigured. There were three bullet wounds on his body; one by his side–close to his ribs, one by his waist–right above his waistband, and the other on his shoulder. They had been covered by a band aid. Just as Hayden stared at the wounds, Jarrod ripped out the band aid, exposing the skin underneath. As the band aid was ripped, the open skin emitted a small liquid, a mixt of yellow and red. Now bare to Hayden’s eyes, he could see that they looked gnarly and a tad bit infected.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

Gideon caught a glimpse of a flickering figure in the jungle. "The inner core I captured isn't something just anyone can take. Let's see if you can escape my clutches," Gideon threatened, his voice resonating with intensity. The figure in the jungle hesitated, a chill running down their spine, yet they didn't relent and fled with the inner core. The fighter jet descended rapidly. But with the dense canopy of ancient trees in the jungle, aerial navigation was not possible. Gideon landed a backhand strike on Kori, rendering him unconscious to prevent any interference, and then jumped directly down.

Jasper’s voice was a deep bellow, his blue eyes locked on the shades to his left, the ice crunching under his boots, the marrow shades closing in, the plateau a battlefield, the chill a constant threat. “On it, Mar!” Jasper shouted, his voice a deep rumble that echoed across the plateau, his axe swinging in a wide arc, the blade cutting through a shade, its shadowy form dissipating with a wail, the frost dusting his cloak, the wind biting at his skin, the ice shards casting shadows, the plateau a challenge they faced together. “Keep ‘em coming—I’ve got plenty of swing left!” He struck again, another shade dissolving, the blue glow casting jagged shadows around him, the plateau a crucible for

‘It’s just a car to me anyway, so it makes no difference what I’m driving. ‘Of course, it would be different if I was driving Reivaj Group’s Chinean.’ Judd’s face was filled with anger when he returned to the company. He was feeling very frustrated because he had not only failed to teach Javier a lesson, but he’d almost had to admit that the latter was his superior. Judd immediately called the well-known leader of a gang, Kimber. Apparently, Kimber was from the Northeastern region, which had an affinity for knives. He would stab anyone he wanted to, and he’d even managed to make a whole group of people submit to him after stabbing one of them in the gut.

Russ said as he nodded his head negatively "What! His hasn't drank the spirit water yet" frod said in a cold tone " You guys are disturbing!" Ariana snapped and the guys kept quiet except frod who spoke "Let's talk after the initiation!" Frod spouted out bluntly ............................................ Jasper got down in the hole, looking afraid and almost trembling, he looked around consciously trying to find the serpent on the floor, he kept finching at a sound as he keeps looking everywhere feeling insecure...