Mythical Jackalope Novels & Stories

Danté asked. "Not sure, nothing much is elaborated about it, so far its only talks and tales, it's originating from Cherokee folklore and a name here of an ancient Shaman named Blair" "Blair?" "Cherokee Indian" Liam said looking at him. Danté sat back thinking, they all knew of Vlad Dracul, the supposed first vampire, but it was never spoken of any first wolf, or great wolf, maybe only a werewolf will know the full story. "What if we ask a werewolf?" Danté asked "An old one?"

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gawps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!" He gasps. I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gawps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!" He gasps. I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

My paws pounded Mother Earth as I raced toward the forest on our border. Thanks to my heightened sense of smell, I quickly found Jack. He was hunched over the ground at the clearing as if inspecting human remains, his broad shoulders tense with concentration. I shifted back to human form, regaining my clothing and shoes through the pack magic that protected our modesty. The leaves crunched beneath the soles of my feet as I approached, each step feeling like I was walking toward either salvation or damnation.

I keep my voice just as low as his, but for the first time since starting this game, I genuinely feel scared. “It is an Ahuizotl. Otherwise known as the water dog. The Aztec legend spoke of a man who lured people to their deaths and transformed into a water dog to kill them. It is a crafty creature and one that is going to be difficult. Zane tried to convince me to use it, but I didn’t think it was an innovative idea. Although it isn’t impossible to defeat, it is extremely difficult. I thought about using it for the final boss, but Zane and I both agreed to use a Lycan.”

the wolf replied as he walked beside her. “Then where have you been?” Lisa asked. “I’ve just been wandering with the winds,” Sköll said. “I once saw an elf,you know such creatures are rare in this era. Honestly… this era is boring. Phones and gadgets everywhere. Strange times.” “Enough. Kill that one,” Lisa ordered, pointing at Japheth. Japheth fell to his knees immediately. “Lisa—please! I’ll serve you! Please don’t—” Sköll didn’t hesitate. One bite to the neck, and Japheth fell lifeless.

Then it pounds like mustang hooves giving chase, clopping hard against the prairie dirt. The shadows between the trees come alive as two sets of eyes glint in the moonlight. Jack rustles anxiously next to me and the wolves step out into the clearing, morphing into their human forms while they walk toward us. A small sigh escapes Jack's lips and he looks up to the stars, as if to question the gods, or breathe a wordless prayer for his imminent misfortune. My mind scrambles for any sort of explanation that would make this encounter less damning, but I'm coming up on empty, and suck in a breath.

he said to her and Jack stood up from his place "And one more thing, she is the Luna of the pack and the protocols say that wolves of lower ranking can't sit with her or initiate any talk with her so keep this in mind next time," Aden said to him and Jack bowed down in front of me, but his eyes are telling me not to share our talk? He left leaving Aden and me alone, I left my breakfast and stopped Aden "Who is jack" I further dig into the matter "Just a normal wolf and why did you care," he said to me

Sophie said, her voice barely audible. “What are they?” I asked, my heart pounding. “Witch magic,” Althea explained. “They’re not alive. They’re constructs—designed to hunt and kill.” “Fantastic,” Fatima muttered. The wolves circled us, their movements fluid and predatory. One of them lunged, and Jake met it head-on, shifting into his wolf form mid-leap. Their bodies collided with a bone-shaking force, the sound of snarls and snapping jaws filling the air.

3rd person PoV Tonight, was the night of the full moon, it was the most beautiful night and a special night for one little girl. And her name was Jackeline Moon (Jack for short). She was born in the most mysterious and secretive pack hidden deep within the forest known as the Healer Moon Pack, and much like the pack’s name, the pack members were just as special. Many of which who joined the pack gained euphoric features, features that can seduce both genders regardless of their sex, and it does not just end there. Individuals of the Healer Moon Pack can heal but not enough to revive the dead and how much power they have can be indicated with a special trait and that is their eyes, all member