Jaws Novel Novels & Stories

And make it hurt. Jaws were stretched until they popped and split. Eyes were plucked from skulls and necks twisted until they snapped. Bodies fell and blood ran and Father stood, untouched, in the middle of the carnage. Lucky could breathe again. She flexed her fingers. The tightness had eased. The pain had ebbed. She rose to her knees. The agony of her shifting insides had lessened. She put the heels of her hands to her eyes and took another breath. All around, men cried and screamed and begged as they fell. The most powerful leaders of The Triad being slaughtered in the space of an evening.

He approached me with magnificent speed, with his jaws extended. As he was just about to bite me, Kaden quickly got in between us, holding his jaws apart with his bare hands. Kaden smiled as he watched Yakmesh eyes lit up with fear. Kaden began pulling his jaws wide apart, until we heard the sound of Yakmesh jaws snapping apart, leaving him dead. Every werewolf, paused as they stared at the scene with utter horror. Kaden stood there in the middle of the moonlights, all drenched and covered in blood.

Wanted to sink teeth into his wrist and make him let go, make him submit. Pain exploded through my gums. I gasped, tasting copper, and when I touched my mouth my fingers came away bloody. My canines had lengthened, sharp and wrong and terrifyingly right. "Fuck yes." Jax's grin was feral as he released me. "That's a start. Again." He came at me faster this time, and instinct took over. I dodged, my body moving in ways I didn't know it could, and my hand came up with claws I didn't remember growing. They raked across his arm, tearing leather and skin.

They came still. Claws raked at my sides; teeth sank into my fur. Pain flared, sharp and persistent, but it only sharpened my focus. I moved through like a storm, every strike precise, every kill final. I crushed skulls beneath my paws, and I ripped out throats. Bodies fell around me, piling at my feet. One leapt onto my back, jaws closing near my shoulder. I reached back, grabbed him by the leg, and flung him screaming into two others, bone shattering on impact.

After eating my fill, sleepiness crashed over me, impossible to resist. "I’m going to sleep and recover. After you’re done eating, keep an eye on the fire." The moment the words left my mouth, I could no longer hold on. I fell into a deep sleep. At the very instant I lost consciousness, the omega, Cael Ardent, and the healer, Lorian Crest, both lifted their heads. In that moment, all traces of fear vanished from their eyes. All that remained was venom and killing intent. The two exchanged a glance, claws flashing out as they lunged straight at me.

Neither one of them noticed the two Originals keeping them safe from the onslaught until the sound of Calix and Theron baying behind them not only caught the attention of the tunnel visioned Mj and Jay, but it caused the large, almost gaunt looking Nova to raise it’s head and look directly at them. Mj gasped and stumbled back a few steps as the milky, almost white eyes of the large creature looked toward her and Jay then the two large creatures behind them. Nova raised their large head and roared in their direction, causing a flood of walkers to head straight for them. Mj, Jay, Theron, and Calix, all began cutting down frenzied walkers as they attacked the group without mercy. They were unsu

The water was shockingly cold — October-cold, the kind that knocks breath out of you — and shallow enough at the edge that he hit stone underneath, and then the wolf was on top of him, pinning him with a weight that made his ribs creak. He threw his arms up to cover his face. Which was exactly the wrong thing to do. Jaws closed around his forearm with a pressure that built and built and did not stop building until something gave way with a sound he felt more than heard. He screamed — a raw, unplanned sound, nothing like he would have chosen — and clutched the arm against his chest. The pain was extraordinary. Clean and total, the way serious injuries are before the shock fully arrives. Then

Its dark yellow eyes expressed a bloodthirsty desire that was accentuated by its snarling triple-jawed mouth as it approached her. Still praying, the woman kept her eyes closed and tried to drown out the horror that was the sounds of people screaming and dying. She could then feel the stale breath of the creature and it had parted its three jaws that oozed of thick saliva toned with human blood. She was ready to accept her fate when the creature’s jaws began to close over her head. And they did. The woman had to open her eyes. She was still alive. Her head was intact. No bite marks.

Saliva dripped from her fangs, and Jenny silently watched as they maintained a tug-of-war position. However, in the end, old woman Vivian could not resist the temptation of flesh and blood. She fiercely bit old Kay's arm. As fresh blood flowed down, Jenny saw the old woman, with the shape of a willow tree, gradually regain her senses, tears streaming down her face. Throughout the ordeal, old Kay did not utter a cry of pain or resentment. It was evident that they were both suffering. Jenny's throat was dry, and her heart was filled with fear.

With Julian’s arm wrapped around me, we walked away, leaving Greg standing there alone, watching as blood dripped from his hand onto the ground, blooming into vivid red stains. His cries and his pain could no longer make me look back because I had found my happiness. The person who was willing to give me both respect and devotion was right beside me.