Jasper Hale Gif Novels & Stories

"I’m done waiting." A heavy silence. Then, reluctantly, he said, "Alright. I’ll send you the coordinates. Meet me in an hour." I hung up and exhaled shakily. Eugene. Maybe I could use this to my advantage. If she confessed, maybe, I could use that as leverage. But before I could even begin to act, my phone buzzed again. Another message. This time, it wasn’t just text. It was a video. My hands trembled as I clicked on it, my breath catching in my throat. The screen lit up with Jasper’s face—pale, weak, his little body shaking. His chest rose and fell in shallow, labored breaths, each one a struggle.

He is only wearing gym shorts, so he must have just shifted back to human form. “Our mate! That’s our mate!” Rocky howls. I feel him trying to push forward, but I stop him. “You gotta help her! Get rid of Jensen before he shifts! I’m not trying to take on Canyon in here. Lavender could get hurt!” The students in the hall scream at the sight of the wild animal scrambling around the lecture hall and run for the exit. “Jasper! Get out of here!” I push him out of the hall with everyone else.

“Seraphina! Hey, hey, look at me!” Joshua followed, crouching down as his own legs trembled dangerously. “Get water!” someone shouted. Grandma Hale swayed where she stood. For one terrifying second, it looked as though she too would collapse. Instead, she lowered herself heavily onto the edge of the bed, gripping the mattress with trembling fingers to steady her violently shaking legs. Her eyes never left the screen as the footage replayed. The explosion... The fireball bloomed against the sky... The twisted metal.

I see out of my peripheral Haylee walking back to the stove. “I am so sorry, you two, but no daddy did not come back with me.” I grab Jasper’s chin to make him look at me. “You can cry and be sad or mad. It’s okay to feel big emotions right now. I am here for you, so I will hold you while you cry and answer any questions you may have.” I meet Jade’s eyes as she gives me a watery smile.

His heart leaps in his chest when he sees the three men walking through him to circle her figure. " No... please...nooo!!" She screams and Zander's fists clench as he sees the men touching his butterfly with their disgusting hands. Their hands reach her underwear. " You fuc"ers! Stop it bastards!" Zander screams, rushing forward to help his butterfly. To only have his hand pass through them. And he stills. This...this is a hallucination...a real one. " Stop." A voice speaks from behind and that's when the man steps into light. Zander's heart stops in his chest. He..he was the same man in the picture he saw. Ryder. I loved Ryder. Sera's words echo in his mind.

You fought, you stayed—laugh now. Jasper stood by the spit, carving hare, burly frame swaying to a hummed tune, sandy hair tousled, blue eyes twinkling with mischief. His axe rested against a bench, polished to a mirror, its scars healed, a faint line on his arm a badge—he’d bled, loved, triumphed. Sam’s fire was their star, Kevin’s calm their earth, Mara his sun. Boulder, his wolf, rumbled, massive and warm. Fire needs stone, pup—she’s yours, they’re home.

It screeched, its legs skittering against the ground as it tried to circle around. “Priscilla!” Jake called. “Keep it distracted!” I didn’t need to be told twice. Summoning all the fire I could muster, I sent a torrent of flame toward the creature. It screeched, retreating slightly, but I could tell it wasn’t enough. “Jake, now!” He surged forward, his blade slicing through its thick exoskeleton. The spider convulsed, its legs twitching as it collapsed to the ground in a heap. “Is it dead?” I asked, panting.

Jackson shakes his head and slowly shifts back to his wolf. He is in feral form, and I am in human form. We turned in a circle, looking into each other's eyes. When Jackson lunges at me, screaming that he's going to rip me apart, I only partially shift my hand and bury it in Jackson's chest, taking advantage of his momentum. I felt my hand break into Jackson's ribs and gripping his heart, I ripped it out, and lift it into the air, blood running down my arm as I looked into Jackson's startled eyes. He looks at his still beating heart in my hand, then at the hole in his chest, and finally at me. He drops to his knees.

RAPHA OKOYE "Master Rapha, I need to warn your wolf right now," Hailee whispers, his small hands trembling against his worn leather gear as he leans into my shoulder. "My ears just intercepted Haley Faulkner and Amara Mensah lurking behind the technical truck, whispering a dark mafia plan to sabotage your hunt during the live broadcast tonight." Though my inner beast had already anticipated their petty traps, a warm sense of appreciation softens my scarred face. "Thank you for the loyal warning, Hailee. Let’s move our boots."

Not chasing. Judging. A hound breaks left, trying to slip between two ridges where the land thins and Midnight’s influence weakens. Instinct flares hot and certain. “Cut it off,” I snarl through the bond. Three wolves peel away instantly—one scarred gray alpha, a red-eyed she-wolf with half an ear missing, and Blake, half-shifted and grinning like a madman as he vaults fallen timber. The hound doesn’t scream when they hit it.