Rattlesnake Jake Rango Novels & Stories

Jake eyes were a faint green colour, indicating that he was using some special skill to see what was going on on the battlefield. "Need to switch places," Jake stated before leaping off the tree. He was knowledgeable enough to know that it would be silly to remain in one place as a long ranger. An ice dragon was summoned beneath his feet as he was carried to another high rise tree. All the while, his eyes were glued to the battlefield; specifically, his eyes were fixed to his teammate Aegeus. *Growl*

Suddenly, Jake grabbed me by the neck and pressed me onto the wall. "If you try to harm her in any way, I will kill slaughter you with these teeth. Your body parts will be scattered on the face of Lakewood." As he showed me those teeth of his, I could smell his dog odour from his breath and it stinked. He quickly loosened hs grip, then walked off. I felt frustrated, angry and filled with digust. I began to hear footsteps approaching my way, then fixed my uniform that very moment.

The next day, I went to the jewelry store to pick a return gift for Ebony's bracelet. I remembered that Ebony's beast form was a black snake with green pupils, so I picked a pair of snake-shaped cufflinks with emerald eyes. Even now, I thought to myself that since the Serpentskins had money and influence in space, what was there to be upset about?

I was still in deep thoughts when I heard a male voice. "Hello , I am Jake" he said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. I realised he is the stranger I was admiring earlier. I noticed he was even more handsome than what I saw earlier, he was about 6 feet tall, well built and his six packs stuck out from his shirt. I also discovered he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, short spiky hair which made him look more handsome and his voice sounded like that of an Angel. Well, I haven't seen any Angel in reality but I have seen them in movies.

Wolves who'd spent their lives learning how to hunt and destroy Ghost Wolves. And in the center of the lead group, walking through the smoke and debris with casual authority, was a man in his thirties. Tall. Commanding. His eyes glowing with power that made my instincts scream danger. He looked directly at me, his expression cold and analytical. Assessing. Calculating. Then he smiled. Not friendly. Not warm. The smile of a predator who'd just found exactly what he'd been hunting. "Racheal Snyder," he said, his voice carrying authority that made reality itself seem to bend. "Last daughter of the Ghost Wolf bloodline. In the name of the Ghost Wolf Society and by the ancient laws that govern su

He snarls. “Killing him won’t ease her pain, Theo.” Azraiel says but it looks like he means otherwise. Theo looks up at the sky and closes his eyes. He takes a few deep breaths and opens his eyes. “Where is she?” Azraiel asks. “At the lake!” Theo says and then the three of them walk to the lake. When they reach the lake, Charlotte is stunned by the scene in front of her. Kira is sitting on the ground looking broken yet somehow keeping it together. On her left is a small brown wolf curled up at her feet. On her right is a sandy brown wolf, slightly bigger in size, which is cuddling against Kira.

Jake began to feel a strange compulsion and could not look away from the window. The kid's mask continued to droop as Jake felt a dizziness when suddenly, a sharp sound came from the window, pulling Jake out of that weird trance. Jake gasped when he saw a black figure on the window. It was a raven, its beak lodged into the glass and flattering its black wings madly. It was trapped. Jake fell back on the bed and was reaching out for the book when the raven began to caw until it started to sound like a human being screaming. With one last scream, Jake watched the bird explode into a mound of blood, spattering the entire window red.

“Right, and then we’ll just unleash the real fun. Or you’ll just kill them all and spoil my fun, huh?” Jake’s grin widened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Maybe. It depends on how cooperative they are.” I let out a laugh, but it was short-lived. Something in Jake’s tone felt off—like he wasn’t entirely here. He was distracted, his thoughts far away. But before I could say anything, snarls grew louder as the underbrush around us rustled violently. My heart thundered in my chest, but I kept my blade steady. Jake, standing just ahead of me, tensed like a predator ready to pounce. The first rogue leapt forward—and was immediately ensnared by one of our traps. The wire snapped taut around its leg

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.

The scent of blood floods my senses, drowning everything else. And then comes the sound. A snarl. Low, guttural, and furious. Jake.