Jaws Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I can barely breathe now as I make a wheezing sound when I try. They try to pick me up, but I can't stand anymore. My legs aren't what they used to be, thanks to Rhea I think. So they hold me up. She doesn't say a word as I feel her hand on my chin. I'm trembling. I really didn't want her to know I'm scared, but my body can't help it. I feel as her fingers turn to claws. As she draws a line of pain from my jaw to my breasts before signing her name in my skin.

As I slid into the back seat my eyes caught something on the back of the front seats, a symbol carved deep and proud, and my stomach dropped instantly. I knew that insignia. Cold spread through me like ice and my hands curled into fists. “Mom,” I asked quietly, my voice barely steady, “who is your new mate.” She smiled softly and said with clear pride, “The Lycan King, Jonathan Claw.” “Oh no.”

Chapter 98 Rush Back Home As I lovingly fed with Erika, savoring the tender moment, Nova and Jazz slipped in, their eyes fixed on us with a mix of curiosity and gentle admiration. They stood quietly, hands entwined, observing the intimate way I nourished myself. As I finished, my fangs retracted, and I rose, turning to them with a warm, affectionate smile. Their faces flushed with a soft blush, and they exchanged bashful glances, their eyes sparkling with tender emotion.

She leaned into my side then started humming Jaws. "Not funny," I said through clenched teeth. She hummed louder. Great. A giant black-and-white blob freaking flew through the water at breakneck speed, stopping right in front of us, splashed with her giant-ass fin, then opened her mouth wide. Teeth. She had teeth. And so many of them. I got dizzy just thinking about them. Who cared if they're flat? They were still teeth, and it wasn't the teeth as much as it was the jaw that had me freaked.

I noticed his gaze on my lips and realized I was biting my lip so hard that it started bleeding. He abruptly turned me around and grabbed my jaw rather roughly. I noticed how the veins around his eyes suddenly became prominent and the corner of his cold eyes turned red. My heart twisted up in knots as I looked into his eyes because at the moment he looked possessed. Feral. Deranged. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and jerked my head back making me cry out in pain. His hold on my jaw was so brutal causing my lips to pucker out. Jason licked the blood off my lips and my stomach dropped seeing how his eyes changed color to violet for a brief second. With a low growl, he attacked my lips and s

She wanted no part in this absurd power play. Without warning, Lucien's hand shot out, seizing her jaw in a brutal grip. Pain radiated through her face, sharp and familiar. Not again! she thought, flashes of that rainy night returning-his hands bruising her jaw then too. She hissed, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth, her body rigid with fury.

At least Jason will be out of my sight, my land, and her life. This time his life wasn’t sniffed out of him, but a scar was left behind. Right on this jaw where that hostile smirk of his sat. I was not bad to her for her actions, rather, I was proud — as he won't forget that the scar that sits right on his face was from his rejected mate. Jason’s POV

"Hold on, I’m going to get you out of those—" He stopped mid-sentence. Right before my eyes, the white part of his eyes flooded with a sudden crimson. His pupils dilated until they were almost swallowing the iris, and his jaw unhinged slightly as his sharp canine fangs slid down, elongating past his lower lip. The primal scent of my heat hit him, and his posture went completely rigid. "Jax, no! Stay back!" I cried, violently shoving my weight down again to push the chair another foot away from him.

She let out a sob as she hid her face from me. Finally, the piece of food was out of my tooth, and a small victory smile filled my face. Then I looked over to see Jack glaring at me. He let out a growl, a deadly growl that even made my hair want to stand. Liya was ready to growl back, but before she could, Aeron growled. His growl was worse than Jack’s; it made me think of nightmares. He walked behind me, glaring towards Jack, who didn't wither away.

Then you pushed me back down because Mama said Whites have to hide to survive. Tears ran down my face and froze halfway. Come out, I thought. Please. I need you. They’re coming in forty six hours now. I can’t do this alone. The light grew brighter. “Open your eyes,” Jax said. I opened them. Jax was staring at me, mouth slightly open, his wolf pushed forward behind his yellow eyes. My hands had claws. White claws. My hair floated around my face like it was underwater, the very tips turning white as I watched.