Karl Jacobs Novels & Stories

Karl asked as he watched Jake drink a bottle of water. "I was drunk but as soon as you carried me, I got back to my senses" "Wait, what? You made me waste my energy. You weren't drunk yet you made me carry you!" Karl shouted, holding his back. Jake giggled and shrugged his shoulders. "That nasty vampire," Karl said. "I can hear you," Jake said, and sat down on the sofa. He sighed and looked up. "I miss her," He said. "I can hear you" Karl snarled.

His wolf was back, and he was angry. "No," Karl said. "We don't run." He walked out of the cabin, straight toward the water, shifting as he went — shoulders broadening, claws out, half-wolf. Jace saw him coming and scrambled back, still livestreaming. "Karl! Man, I'm on your side!" Jace yelled. Karl didn't slow down. He grabbed Jace by the front of his shirt and lifted him one-handed out of the water. "Turn it off," Karl growled, voice inhuman.

He was in high spirits. “I am lucky to have found you to be my mentor. This time it was just luck,” I said. After all, judging by how those bloggers wanted to eat me up, I might have failed on arrival. “Luck is the smallest part of everything. This was his careful calculation,” Karl said, pointing at Roland. “How?” I asked. Although I was half a signed artist of Prime Entertainment because of Karl’s studio connection with it, I still did not understand how anything had to do with Roland.

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch. I really thought you’d be dead by now. But hey—fate has a sense of humor.” Sean’s jaw worked. “What are you talking about?” Karl watched Jessica start to stir—missed the way her hand inched toward Sean’s shotgun. “My father,” Karl said, almost reverent, “was an artist. A pioneer in genetics and chemical warfare at Messara. He used human hosts to build the perfect warrior.” Sean didn’t blink. “Your father… the burial mound—the bodies. You used Greeks as test subjects.” “You’re catching on.” In the medallion’s faint reflection Karl saw the shift. “Stupid girl,” he hissed. “You think I didn’t clock the gun? Go on—try.”

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo