Jaws Novel Novels & Stories

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.

I crashed heavily against the sandy ground. A loud thud echoed as my forehead collided with a small rock. Blood trickled down my forehead. My vision blurred from pain. I rose to my knees, pain shooting through my very core as I quietly observed the scene before me. I watched the worm cautiously as it surfaced in random location in seconds. It's mouth opened wide whenever it surfaced and closed shut whenever it burrowed back into the earth— enclosing a player in it's ferocious Jaws. This was it, hell as we knew it.

Jaws extended. Within seconds, they had transformed into towering wolves: monstrous in size and ferocity; a pack built for killing. Wade stood alone in the middle of the deserted road. Headlights cast long shadows behind him and his wrecked car smoked like a dying beast behind him. Seven transformed wolves growled as they circled, ready to pounce. Wade closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, his pupils had turned a burning crimson, splitting the darkness. The muscles along his back tightened. Something ancient surged within him, bones shifting and power cracking through his skin. His body tore apart and reformed with violent precision.