Kipo Jaguar Novels & Stories

And when Jiraq shook his head, indicating his ignorance of the topic, she had sighed and continued. She talked about the jaguar man who had a vampire taint in his brain. She told them his name. Kon. At this point, Jiraq put up his hand, his voice coarse as he asked Storm to repeat the name. Storm knew then that Jiraq knew who the jaguar man was. She was relieved. At least one puzzle solved. She had thought. Kon. “Kon is Jean’s younger brother.” “Who is Jean?” She hasn’t heard of the name before.

A large Jaguar that was even twice the size of the black Jaguar that Anindira knew. "Ja-jag-jag... JAGUARRR!!!" Anindira exclaimed hesitantly.

Jaguar chuckled and began to sound more serious. “Pretty girl, I have my gang in Central City. Please don’t be so disrespectful toward me, okay? Accepting this name card will do you no harm. I’ll treat you to a meal and a movie later. I can buy you cars and bags. I will give you whatever you want!” He adopted every possible means. Unfortunately, he did not succeed. The cold woman turned sideways and looked at Jaguar before she spoke in a cold tone. “Don’t buzz around me like a fly. Get lost.”

A moment later Tommy is on the drivers sit. "Your car is really pretty" I lean back and click the seatbelt into place. "Just wait till you see her move." "Her?" I laugh when he pushes a button to start up the vehicle. "What kind of vehicle is this?" "This is a jaguar convertible, Niko has one too and a bunch of other cars, I wanted to get it in white but it'd be a bitch to get all the blood out so... " he trails off as he drives the car out of the gate.

"WHO IN A THOUSAND HELLS DID THAT TO MY CAR!" "YOUR CAR?" Javier shot up from where he was seated. "WE HAVE JOINT CUSTODY OF THAT JAGUAR IF YOUR OLD HEAD FORGOT, ESTRELLA." "NOT AFTER I TELL PAPA YOU GOT THE TIRES SLASHED." the iron maiden snapped. Javier scoffed out a chuckle, spitting out in Portuguese, "Funny. You're stupid enough to think I'd slash my own tires!"

I feel like they came out of a comic book, like a superhero. Then there is Camila, older than me, and a werejaguar. I've never met another shifter before, let alone a person who can change into a Jaguar. Camila told me she was born in Brazil in the A****n rainforest. I watched Rio and asked if it was as beautiful as that cartoon movie. She said I would instantly love it as she smiled at me. She's a beautiful girl and friendly. I got used to Takkar and Kaze's closeness as I played with them. I was thrown in the air like a rocket ship feeling the air, and rode on Kaze as if I were on a roller coaster. He's just so fast, like lightning. I had so much fun I never had. Takkar maybe is extensive a

“I’m saying, it doesn’t make sense. We know that Mist is intelligent. Why wouldn’t she be moving more linear?” Jaguar slowed her vehicles so she could lean in closer to look at the tablet she had attached to the top of her land rider. A quick glance at the screen told Jaguar something was off. She stopped her land rider completely, as did the others. Stepping off, she extended her gloved hand for the device, which Scorpion placed into her palm.

Jaguar. We were lying on our stomachs at the top of a hill. Wrench was looking through a pair of binoculars at the small shack down in the valley below us, less than a football field away. Five minutes ago, we watched the arms dealer, Jimmy Jay, plus his assistant pull up in a truck and carry in a few crates. We waited and watched, tension mounting in the group. “Fucking Snakes,” Thade said. “Late as always.”

“Well, the Jaguar’s name is Dimitri, he came looking for the demon, he said he wants her dead because she caused chaos with his kind and his people killed each other.” Zande explained, and Luka looked at his son. “You mean the Jaguar can talk?” he asked. “He is a shifter like us, you know I am so tired of all this, we are busy dealing with a demon then Jaguars appear out of nowhere. What’s next, Cayotes?” Luka looked at JP wondering if history was repeating itself.

His scarred, handsome face shows his dark history and tough childhood. He was a product of vile, cruel people and for some reason, I convince myself he's a good person who grew up in the wrong place. I think the same thing with Jaguar. Jaguar was an orphan who was handed his own gun at a very young age. But his parents died and the Director adopted him, and he eventually joined the FBI. He was led to the right path. Jett... Jett wasn't. He was left to deal with the thorny path his parents told him to.