Novel & Cerita Jarrod Jungle Fury

After all, he is the fastest. "I will carry you, don't worry," Marco replied quickly. All their changing clothes are put in one duffel bag and Jazzy is in charge of carrying it because only she will not turn into a wolf. Rodrigo cued them all to jump. According to him, Sandro has secured everything. One by one they jumped and came to the bush with ease. Jazzy was carried by the alpha and jumped. Her hand was tightened around the alpha's neck because she was afraid of heights.

The forest rocked from the explosion. Hundreds of cries were drowned out by the blast as nails, chunks of metal, and glass shot out in every direction, ripping through flesh, bark, and pieces were even lodged into stones. Jared laid on his back he couldn't hear anything apart from a constant ringing in his ears. Everything was black. 'I can't see... Am I dead?' Jared tried lifting himself up unsuccessfully, although he did manage to raise an arm. 'By the gods it hurts, it really hurts!' Although successful in lifting his arm it felt as if every inch of it screamed at him for his efforts. The pain was so unbearable he felt as if he was going to lose consciousness again.

He spit out and I laughed. “You will tell me what I want to know sooner or later.” I motioned for my man to go back to his torture. I would find her and kill Jensen. He thinks he can double-cross me, so he has to pay the price. A few hours later I walked back into the basement where I was keeping the man we had taken, I think his name was Jordan. I didn’t really care what his name was. All I cared about was breaking him so I could go and get what belonged to me. My man had done a real number on him already so I decided to see if he was ready to talk. I walked over to him, he was chained to the wall and looked like he was barely able to hold himself up. His face was covered in blood and he wa

“Have you met this supreme powerhouse standing next to me? This is Felix Shapiro, and he’s a third-tier master fighter. His moniker is ‘Flying Thunder’. With Mr. Shapiro’s help, I’ve already made a breakthrough in my training, so I’ll be able to torture you like I’m gutting a dog.” Syrus took two steps forward and made a throat-slitting gesture while he told Luke with a sneer, “Moron Jones, your good day is upon you. Today is going to be your death day!”

The feral yelps at the impact but it doesn't stop me from running up to him and ripping his throat out. I look around and I'm impressed everyone is standing their ground. I spot Jared from across the field taking on two ferals at a time. I begin to run over to help, but as I start to run, a tan feral grabs my hind leg and slams me to the ground. I quickly look back to see if damage was done to my leg, but Shadow already healed the injury.

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.