Jarrod Jungle Fury Novels & Stories

That weirdo always had a liking for eating raw meat in his human form. "I need him found now!" Kanyon growled as he slammed down his fists onto the long rectangular table in his conference room. He was in one of his moods since he lost two of his men by Jarvis’s hands. They had ambushed Jarvis in a town called Willow Crest and they fought him, but he was too strong. Jarvis ripped their hearts out of their chest. That was his signature move. He always mentioned that he liked the feeling of the beating organ in his hand. It gave him butterflies in his tummy as he felt the pulse weakened until it was gone.

A sharp grunt escaped James as he slid to the floor, dazed but far from defeated. Snarling through bloodied teeth, James lunged up with a savage roar, his claws arcing through the air. He raked them deep into Jared’s side, flesh tore, and a spray of crimson painted the narrow corridor in streaks. The coppery scent of blood filled the air, thick and metallic, mixing with the sharp tang of sweat and rage.

Jax let out a furious, animalistic snarl, his aggressive pride completely shattered by Jordan's effortless, superior dominance on the ice. When Jordan accelerated down the ice for the third and final pass, I could physically see the unhinged, violent frustration completely consuming Jax's mind. Instead of attempting to cleanly check Jordan, the massive player intentionally dropped his heavy shoulder and shoved violently into my smaller, unprotected side, using my body as a physical projectile to disrupt Jordan's path.

"What the—" Ryder burst from the tree line first, Callum and Lucas right behind him, all of them charging at full speed. Jasper shoved me backward onto the bench and his body began to shift—muscles rippling, fur sprouting, claws extending. But it was more than a normal shift. His eyes blazed with unnatural brightness, his frame swelling with impossible strength. "Grab him!" Ryder shouted, lunging forward.

His face was dark with fury—raw, unrestrained, the kind that only came when someone crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. “Lucas,” he thundered. “Have you lost your mind?” Lucas barely had time to turn. Jared moved quickly. In one swift motion, he rushed forward, gripping Lucas by the collar and slamming him hard to the floor.

He had never been so turned on watching her get pummeled by his look alike. Jenson managed to stop himself, not wanting to take away his brothers chance at being marked and feeling the exemplary pleasure that resulted. "Jarrod....it's your turn bro. Ready to get bit? She can definitely do it." Jenson turned his head showing the unmistakable moon shaped mark on the left side of his neck. Ulaya pulled herself up from the edge, her face flushed. Jarrod pulled his shorts off before he sat down on the couch. His membrum virile stiff as a board as she threw her leg over his lap, her wet split sliding over him making him groan deeply laying his head back.

“Well! I am Waiting!” Tyndale barked, his voice full of excitement. Jrue charged towards him. He wasn’t that good of a fighter in tight spaces but give him an open field and he would perform his acrobatic stunts that surprisingly packed a punch. He sought to tilt the odds to his advantage by taking him to an open field, and there was only one way he saw how.

The raw force of his movement causes the fresh stitches to pop, and thick alpha blood begins to spray across the grass. "The machete ambush in the lower eastern trenches..." I gasp, the memories hitting my brain like a lightning bolt. I remember walking through a lawless border zone winters ago when a pack of heavy Bloodfang Raiders were systematically butchering a lone wolf with rusty iron blades. My young claws couldn't endure the dishonor, so I leaped into the fray, shredded the attackers, and dragged his bleeding body across ten stone blocks before throwing him into a medic wagon with a pouch of gold shards. "It's you?" "My name is Harvey Jupiter! The Supreme Alpha of the Jayhawk Vanguar

Until death, chapter 23 Theme: The Jungle Fury Part 2 The processor quickly directed the frost orb to the left, and a glaze rod whooshed past our heads. The great cries of about a hundred men were now coming closer. They were riding a skateboard, which I guess was formed from ice. They had black armour and a hood was covering their faces. "Who are they?" I asked the processor "They are the reaper's combatants," she answered, then quickly bent low as another sharp, smothered rock flew past our faces. "It means he has found a way to locate us." She explained.

Before he can register what's happening, a fist connects with his face. The blows keep coming and River cries as he tries to block them. The big scary guy hovering over River is ripped off of him and thrown to the ground. Jared roars as his claws pierce the asshole's chest and rips his heart out. "RUN!" Jared yelled before turning and opening his arms as two more enemies charged River. River cried as he turned on his heels and took off running. Tears streamed faster down his face when he heard the last painful cry from Jared's wolf.