Jenna Of The Jungle Novels & Stories

Holly only arched an eyebrow. “Hm. A submissive male. Not something I’ve ever seen, but then again, I’ve been raised among werewolves,” she smirked, then turned her attention back to me. Alex blinked, obviously not even sure how to respond to that punch to the ego. “To answer your question, Luna. Jenna is a pack slut. One of those that doesn’t wait for her mate. And she has tried several times since her first shift to get in Alpha’s bed,” Holly explained.

His entire world had narrowed into one blood‑streaked figure struggling to stay upright in the clearing. Jenna. “Cover her!” Rex roared. His men spread instantly, weapons raised, forming a moving wall of gunfire and muscle. The jungle screamed again—this time with dying voices. Jenna barely registered any of it. The ground tilted violently beneath her feet. The pain in her shoulder pulsed hot and wet, her strength draining with every heartbeat. The child in her arms whimpered once, then fell silent, exhaustion finally winning. She took one step toward Rex. Then her legs gave out.

Tommy responded while the remaining cavewarriors, cautious of a potential follow-up attack, released the confined humans. With a sense of awe, Tommy carefully raised Jenna from the snow, only to be captivated by her stunning appearance. Adorned with ravishing raven locks, heart-red lips, and a mature figure beyond her years, Jenna was like a breathtaking sunset. "Jenna, are you awake?"

She asked. "I'm human. My aunt and uncle are Omegas but they died in the flu. But what happened right there, I have no idea." We came across a stretch of small lake. She eyed me momentarily before looking at the dry land over at the other side. "Either you've been marked by an Alpha or about to. I wish he can save us now." Jenna said shrugging. She had massive hips, which sometimes made her tire easily. Sometimes, her legs would hurt and she would only stop to catch some air momentarily.

Leonardo's POV This woman, this crazy little woman, should spend two days in the Thorn Jungle! It was incredible! Not even the most powerful Alphas Werewolf could do that! And she was only a little huntress. I put on my defensive cloak and entered the Thorn Jungle at dusk. Only then could we Vampires be protected from the attack of The Illusion Fog. She was about to faint, and my heart was trembling! "You were really tough, aren’t you?" I couldn't help saying those ironic words to her. The next second, she was crawling up to me with her exausted and battered body, dragging me at the corner of my cloak and weakly said those words. "I didn't kill Jenna, I didn't..." Then she fell down and did

She was just glad Cali hadn’t added clown-face makeup to her getup—potentially saving Ralin from being scarred for life by a fear of clowns. Balin, Bain, Dral and Kaila came from the volkaane settlement, and Jenna had happily responded to Leesa’s invitation as well. Ralin watched excitedly when a big brown and white owl descended slowly into the yard and then, with a bright silver flash, transformed into a person. He laughed delightedly and clapped his hands. Jenna rewarded his obvious appreciation by turning herself into an otter, a silver fox and a large tortoise in rapid succession. Ralin joyfully applauded each change. Even after Jenna ceased her shifting and Ralin moved on to other plea

The girl looked visibly relieved and happy to see her. “My name’s Jenna. I have the same healing blood as you,” she said, on the verge of tears. Everything felt sudden. “I heard rumors that you had healing blood, and I knew they were true because I have it too,” Jenna continued. She quickly sliced her own arm, and the wound healed instantly, leaving Selina staring in shock. “And our grandparents came from the same ancient clan.” Selina’s eyes nearly widened out of their sockets. How did Jenna know about her clan?

"Yes. I do remember. But I'm fine now. I didn't feel anything at all. I feel wonderful. You are a powerful healer, thank you so much." "That's good. Nice to hear that." "Are you a fairy? Correct me if I'm wrong?" Ashley inquired. "No." She trailed off, giving her some berry to eat. "I'm sort of a healer. What happened to you?" Jenna told her everything. She was the daughter of the fairy leader from the east and that had been hunted by the South. A week ago they'd traveled far to seek help, but they were ambushed and many of her clan died. Yet, she survived after all she was fiery, glamorous, and strong-willed. Her beauty helps her escape when the human offers her an escape for a night of pas

he exclaimed and I froze. "Who is Laura?..." Jenna, who was holding onto my hand, asked with the most innocent look in her eyes while my inner me was in chaos. My hand slipped away from Jenna's, as confused as I had become... So, I wasn't hallucinating after all?

“So now tell us, little sis. Where is your mate?” Jenna flared up, her eyes red with anger as she turned around, walking downstairs towards Wonnell. “Do you really want to know who my mate is?” “Yes.” Wonnell replied. “If I tell you, do you think you will be able handle it?” Jenna asked. “There's nothing I can't handle. I'm Wonnell Manson.” She was being unnecessarily proud of herself. “My mate is Nick. The future Alpha of our pack. Understood!” “What!”