Jordan Kent Novels & Stories

He has red hair and freckles like sand on the beach. Just like me, he has a slender build and he is really kind to me. Jordan can control time, he can rewind time and make time slow down and stop. The school is teaching him to go back into the past, so he wouldn’t only be able to rewind time by a few minutes. And there's Macmillan, an athlete with blonde hair. Macmillan is from a very wealthy family, sometimes I wonder why he decided to live in a room with us when he can always ask for a room just for himself but instead he decided to stay with three other guys.

I don’t either, but time is running short, and with another woman gone, our options are frighteningly thin. Somehow, someway, I have to separate Jordan from his all-access key card for our plan to work. No one is getting into the Pit without it. ~ I’ve offered myself up as the sacrificial sub, but it takes me an hour to spot Jordan in the public dungeons, now dressed in leather pants. Amid the crack of whips and the cries of pleasure and pain, he tries to give off the all-American-hero vibe with his winning smile. He’d spiced it up with a bit of badass, punctuated by the barbed-wire tattoo around one of his biceps and his gym-cut abs rippling between peeks of his black leather vest, without

That's the man who helped Jackson. - What is your name? – I could see in his face that he knew I had already identified him. - My name is Jack. Everything went downhill afterward. I kept the exchange short, trying to get out of there. He could hurt me or my pup. One hit on my head, and all I saw was darkness.

"I was just wondering how a woman as stunning as you walks around without a guard at her side." I shrugged. "I can take care of myself." His smirk deepened. "I don’t doubt it. But even the strongest need protection sometimes." I narrowed my eyes. "Who are you?" "Jordan," he said, offering a slight bow. "Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack." I froze. I’d heard about him and how ruthless he was. Bloodmoon was a powerful pack, one of the few that hadn’t pledged allegiance to Kaelan. Jordan was known for being unpredictable, his alliances shifting like the wind.

“Damon…” “Try to lie to someone else. You know that it is not going to work on me, Ethan.” He said, stopping me. I was forced to look away from him as I caught my breath. He didn’t say anything else concerning the subject. And instead of trying to press on it, I also knew to turn my attention to the man that I came here to see. Carter sat on the floor, bruised and hollowed out, eyes staring at nothing. A man who’d fought wars. A man who led us. A man who stood by our side through thick and thin.

Slowly Bethany closed her eyes and everything went dark. Jordan, completely not in his right senses, kept moving towards the rogue with aggression and the thought to kill them. The only aim in his mind was to take the baby and woman with him. Just when he was getting to them, Gotham suddenly stood in his way. Jordan cared less about him and wanted to push him away to get to the other werewolves, but Gotham brought out a little red, glowing stone and showed it to his face.

I hit the Bluetooth and listen to the phone ring, a male answers, “Crescent Moon, this is Jackson, how can I help you?” I clear my throat, “Former Alpha Braddock there?” I listen as he places the phone down and yells out, “Dad it’s for you.” I wait and listen as heavy foot falls hit the flooring and a deep baritone voice speaks, “this is Braddock.” I gulp down the lump that’s just formed in my throat, “Hello sir, my name is Alpha Christov,” a growl erupts from his throat and then silence, “you still there?” He grunts, “what do you want Alpha Christov?”

She reached out and gently touched his arm, hoping to comfort him. Kylian looked up at her, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a furrowed brow. He handed her the letter he had been holding, and Diana's eyes quickly scanned its contents. It was a letter from the Resin Moon Pack, a neighboring pack known for their hostility towards Diana's pack. The letter stated that they had Emma captive and were demanding a ransom for her release.

Kim replies smiling at his friend as he taps Russell on his arm before sitting down. ✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊

Lord Kowell said confidently. Jordan on the other hand was already sweating, that's an impossible mission for him. Jordan kneeled before Lord Kowell, surprising him, "My Lord I'm sorry but she can't die, many have tried and failed." He raised his head to look at Lord Kowell, who just stood there emotionless.