Jungle Fury Casey Novels & Stories

Jordon called. I glanced over my shoulder to see Jordon staring at me, pointing at Casey's door. She was waving me over. Rushing toward her, I gawked as Jordon opened Casey's door like a concierge. Weirdo. "Su, I understand if Grant can't leave. I can drive us. I need to get out of here. Will you get the keys?" Casey's eyelids were heavy, and circles under her eyes seemed to be darker. The blood on her clothes made her a perfect target for zombies.

Besides, Jimmy had apologized profusely after what he had done realizing just wrong he was and had promised not to do anything like that ever again, too bad it had taken a black eye and a few bruised ribs for him to learn his lesson. The most difficult part of it all had been to restrain Casey from going out there and sending Jimmy straight to the operation theater but she had somehow managed to knock some sense into her saying that she had already lost her job and Casey had to keep hers if they wanted to survive, before she went after Jimmy with a shovel, literally. "Yeah, yeah, okay." Casey huffed petulantly, like a kid who had just been refused a present on Christmas. "Now go get ready an

Her name is Casey. I have been living with Casey since I ran away from my old pack. She's a werevolve and helped me by giving me shelter and even helped finding me a job. She's the only person I have told of what I am and I've come to trust her. I don't trust easily anymore yet I feel I can open up to her. She's like a sister to me one I never had. She knows all about my control issues and anxiety attacks. She has been helping me with my wolf side how to shift and control my raging temper. I still struggle with my vampire side and magical powers but it has been getting much better the past year.

shouts Dex while playing catch with the gang. "I'm coming for you! Hahahha!" shouts Max while trying to catch Vasti. They were like children playing merrily in the rain, laughing and running freely. Bienley noticed the delightful commotion and gradually began to perceive the familiarity of everything around him. "Bienley, look, Josh can carry me," Kit shouted joyfully as he was being carried on Josh's back. Bienley turned to look at them, a medley of emotions flitting across his eyes, fear, grief, confusion, and then suddenly he turned to look at Devon.

Heather keeps her voice light and tries to end in a joking manner, but she can tell it sets Casey off. "Oh, God. I shouldn't have come. He probably has people watching me," Casey jumps up as he is talking and starts pacing while mumbling to himself. "He expects me to come to you and I am proving him right. He can't hurt you. I won't let him. I will kill him before he can get near you!" Casey is practically growling by the end and is pulling at his hair in frustration. His pacing has become frantic and Heather knows she needs to calm him down again before she can try to get any information from him.

My tires screamed leaving the Harborview lot. Red lights became suggestions. Horns became background noise. I didn’t feel my hands on the handlebars. Didn’t feel the wind slapping my face. I just saw her. And the threat. My girl was in danger? No way! I pulled up hard in no time. Didn’t cut the engine. Didn’t park. I ran. The door was half open. I heard yelling. Metal clanging. Glass shattering. Inside... Casey was on the floor, holding his shoulder.

What the hell just happened. I think to myself as Casey, one of the maids and a guy so muscular he looks like his muscles have muscles walk through the now unnecessary door being that theirs a giant hole in the wall that if I remember correctly leads to the closest. “Doll face this is Jinx he’s your new watch dog, so play nice” Casey says clapping Jinx on the back hard. “I’m not going to call you Jinx” I say while shivering.

Harshly unclasping the arms of the Lady Lycan and pushing her a step away from him, Owen said curtly, "Enough Casey! Who do you think you are that I should take your permission, huh?" The Lady Lycan clinging to Owen that Owen just pushed away was Casey. She was shorter than him and also younger than him by 2 years. Casey was a 25-year-old Lady Lycan with a dusky complexion. Her face was square-shaped that bore plump lips painted in black on top of which was a round nose with a black nose ring. Her full cheeks had a light tint of blush that made them appear rosy pink. Her small blue beaded eyes were heavily colossal. Her slender, dusky figure was draped into a black ruched one piece that casc

“Please-please-please, you are going to kill him.” Finally, he froze, his fists covered in blood, chest heaving like a beast. Casey wasn’t even moving anymore. He groaned faintly, one eye already swollen shut, blood leaking from his nose, his mouth, his temple. I scrambled to Casey, checking his pulse. “Shit, Casey,” I turned to Arlo with a glare. “Are you crazy?” “Crazy?” He shocked, running his hands through his hair, his face etched with disbelief. “I'm crazy? You are the one fucking with a nobody.”

It’s so dark yet I can clearly see the surroundings. I unbuckled my seatbelt and get the black carrier bag beside me. I don’t need to change my clothes and just push the small button of my personalized wristwatch. My normal clothes change into my favorite leather black fighting suit. I just put on a camping jacket and never forget to insert my favorite set of silver daggers and other personalized weapons. I put the backpack on and when I finished checking my needs I open the car door and move outside inhaling the scent of forest trees. “Hm. Guess I need to walk inside, huh.” I started walking and was excited to discover what’s inside of this village.