Jaws Novel Novels & Stories

VICTORIA "Watch out, Nova!" My scream got lost in the Alpha's roar as he lunged at my she-wolf. We were cornered, and it didn't matter how fast we ran. Like it was happening in slow motion, we watched his huge body arch through the air. Jaws open, fangs bared, ready to tear us apart. Nova bared her fangs too. Even with that paralyzing fear, we were ready to fight to the bitter end ... a deadly one.

First blood had been spilled. With a sharp jerk of her head, Nova separated the flesh from the rest of his body. Spitting it out as the sound of his enraged wail sounded through the battlefield. He launched at us again. This time less controlled. More frenzied. Nova was ready, but he still had a size advantage. This time, when we collided, his claws caught Nova’s jaw. Raking across our skin.

The fleshy crowbar pried them open, pushing the rest of the fat, bulbous head inside. In a state of shock and astonishment, I felt my jaw muscles tensing up to accommodate their new, enormous visitor—a head that was as smooth as glass but as soft and spongy as a marshmallow. His member embraced every curve and ridge on my palate as it moved deeper, continuing unabated until the helmet came up against my throat. My eyes widened in astonishment and fear.

“NOOOOOOOO! Motherf*cker! You are done taking from us!” Jena comes out of nowhere, claws extended from her hands, slicing at his neck. Again and again and again. She is rabid in her efforts, but he hasn’t released me yet. I still can’t breathe, but I am so proud of her. She is closing this chapter finally. He is trying to hold the wounds on his neck closed, while continuing to hold me down. He’s losing this fight. I know it, he knows it, she knows it.

Wolves were territorial in nature and in this heat plus the control drug injected in them I knew they would go to any lengths to stop the men from touching me. "Get back! Or this will be your last day on the job, you don't have to die for people who don't care about you." I warned, but the guards didn't listen. The first man reached out to grab my shoulder. Before his fingers could even touch my arm, Jax lunged forward with supernatural speed. His jaw unhinged, his long fangs baring as he ripped the man's throat completely open with his bare claws. Blood sprayed across the concrete.

This isn't real," she muttered to herself, as if saying it out loud could somehow make it true. She took another step toward the cage, her hand outstretched, as if to prove to herself that this was harmless. But the movement was too sudden, and I saw her too late. I opened my mouth to shout, but the words died on my tongue as the creature lunged forward. Jaws snapped wildly at the bars, the sound echoing through the cavern. Mina's hand was there a moment ago, and I felt my blood run cold. A single sharp yelp escaped my throat as Mina stumbled backward, away from the cage. I flinched back as well, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. Both of us now stood several feet from the cage, our faces

Were they a cult or something? The new ones turned into wolves and jumped at me. I stayed in one place and swung my claws more fiercely than before. I killed a few, but this whole fight was taking too much time. I glanced at Nova and strengthened my hearing… Nothing. I sent two more fuckers flying toward trees and ran closer to her. Her chest was no longer moving.

My breath hitched. It wasn't a baby. It was a doll….a cold, plastic thing with unblinking glass eyes. A cold sweat broke out across my neck. I looked at Dex again; I didn't need to know the whole story to feel the agonizing weight of his reality. If this were Novel... if I had to watch her lose herself like this... I didn't think I'd survive it. “He’s lovely, right?” the woman asked with a wide, vacant grin. “Yes,” Novel whispered, her eyes shining with a sudden, sharp clarity. “And his

Big mistake! I thirstily launched myself at the throat of the one who hurt her, and my fangs tore into his aorta until he let out an agonized cry. The others jumped in to help, but rage blinded me. The second one was even easier. He tried to throw himself at me. That’s when I stood up, and wrapping my arms around him, broke his spine right above my head. The cracking of his bones sounded like a pathetic plea. There were three more. They all jumped at once, but I wasn’t ready to surrender. Everything rose to an even more dangerous level, and I lunged at their throats one by one, tearing them apart and throwing their corpses at my feet.

One blow managed to land so hard on Rowan’s jaw that his head swung back while a loud crack filled the air. Suddenly, her rescuer’s brown-black eyes turned a bright yellowish orange as long, powerful looking fangs dropped from what had originally appeared to be a normal looking mouth. With a loud growl, he secured his set of ivory colored impalers deep into the sailor’s thick, weathered neck.