Novelas y relatos de Jim Lake Jr Trollhunters

Summary; I was a whole lot stronger than the other kids my age. "Although I wished we would've met under better circumstances, I'm glad you could make it, Ally. I'm Jake, the new head tracker" I looked at the man with dark hair and amber eyes, my eyes assessing him. He didn't look that old. Probably in his late twenties. Not what I expected. 'We can rut with this one.' I rolled my eyes at my alter ego. When I raised my brows, he continued "My father, Jonah let me stand in for him since he's going to be hospitalized for a while. He was there ,the night of the attack"

Even if they really didn't know, Lucas was planning to pin it on them no matter what. Jake was still locked up in his room. His wolf had calmed down, but they were both depressed. So even when Lucas released Jake according to the Shaman's order, Jake refused to come out. He would have if it meant looking for Megan, but they refused to let him join the search parties.

He was an Alpha, and as he held the brutally mutilated body of his beloved Luna in his arms, with tears rolling uncontrollably, he let out a heart wrenching growl that assembled his pack in a heartbeat. "To hell with peace" And all hell broke loose. It was a massacre, on both sides. The hunters had good advanced weapons. So it was almost a fair fight. Jake and his brother had been sent away for safety with a member of his father's pack, and entrusted with their safety. The Hunters from Grimoire were wiped off the surface of the earth. And They also never saw their father again. The gruesome sight of his mother's mutilated body, remained with him till date...it was a constant nightmare for hi

Then I look and my own mother is the same crying mess but happy that her son finally found his mate. “Hello little mate I’m Trent can I please know your name?” “Oh sorry yes I’m Jessica. I’m Jake’s sister.” “Little mate I have to ask you smell different I can tell your a werewolf but there is something else.” Jess suddenly pales I can see fear flash in her eyes. This is something I was not expecting Jake told me she is half witch so why is she scared. Then my mate speaks up. “Jess it’s ok Trent and Kate will be ok with it you can be open here no one will hurt you or judge you.”

While this gave him extra strength, it also made his fighting style impulsive and a little sloppy. I was brainstorming where to hide Richard so I could help Dad protect Sofia when the hunter who killed my mother came over to join his friends. “ They have an older daughter as well. I managed to kill this traitors werewolf bitch but the kid escaped with her baby brother. The kid even managed to kill Jordan. I suspect she also killed everyone else as Hank was dead on the ground and Jake is missing!,” the hunter yelled at his comrades.

“You’re amazing, sweetheart. Keep putting us in a good spot, like you’ve always done.” Jake strolled in with his hands clenched in a fist and anger written all over his face. “Okay guys, enough with the touchy father, brother, and sister moment. We have a problem a very big one. Jim, I guess you’d have to kill attorney Dimitri’s beautiful family after all.” “Okay brother, this will be fun,” Jim replied with a smirk

was taken down by a slobbering puppy dog. "Come here, Jamie," Jake said and waved a bone in front of him, getting the beast's attention long enough to let Jack get back up. Jake had Jameson do some tricks, while Jack wandered over to the pit of thermite to see that Jake's ex almost got out...keyword almost. A swift kick to the nose sent the rapist back down into the pit with some colorful language, to say the least. "Damn dude, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I said, before snapping my fingers and letting three Jack 'O Lanterns fall into the pit, igniting the pile of thermite, "Who wants grilled rapist?!"

Gahn, Lupin, and Hunter hovered behind the men, their low growls rumbling like a distant storm. Mr… Bunker Jim, he said, I hunt, but I don’t set traps. Something’s off here, and I don’t like it. You should walk away now, Gahn said, his gaze heavy, before this gets worse for you. What’s a hunter doing at a wolf gala? Lupin stepped closer, his tone sharp. I know what you are, Jim shot back. I’ll prove it. You don’t scare me. With that, he turned and marched off.

JAMES POV We burst through the front door and were confronted. I skidded to a stop. “Jacob Sawyer,” I acknowledged the Hunter in front of me. He looked surprised to see me. “James Adler. I didn’t know you consorted with this sort.” He stood in front of me, looking relaxed, but I knew better. This Hunter has been credited with thousands of kills of my kind. He was strong and ruthless, and he had a serious hatred for anything supernatural, though he wasn’t above using them if they would help meet his needs.

"We have a chess club that meets on Thursdays after school. You should check it out. Now, let's begin our morning with—" "Wait," a voice interrupted from the back of the classroom. I turned to see Derek Johnson standing, his expression skeptical and slightly hostile. Derek was the son of one of the pack elders, and he'd always been kind of a jerk about anyone he perceived as weaker or different. "I heard Lake isn't even a real werewolf. That he's a werewitch. Is that true?"