Sonic Jackal Oc Novels & Stories

Jack planned to use them on himself and also give it to his allies who were not in Shadowclaw yet. He went outside with a pack of cigarettes in his pocket and a lighter in his hand. He brought out the first one, lighted it and began to pull the smoke in and out. After smoking three of those, he brought out his phone and dialled Orion’s number but he didn’t answer. In frustration, he called again and Orion picked. “Trouble in Paradise Boss?” Orion chuckled sarcastically. “I need you and your weak men to go back to the borders and continue with the uproar.” Jack ordered.

I knew I shouldn’t laugh, but my lips betrayed me anyway, curling into a small grin as I pulled slightly away. Jack noticed immediately. His eyebrow lifted. “You let him get away?” he asked flatly. “We—well… he’s a slippery shit, but good news, we got one of his goons. Though I don’t think he’s gonna talk. But I know a guy who can make him,” Oligarch replied quickly. “Don’t waste your time talking to me then,” Jack said without hesitation. He was about to end the call when... “And Jack?” “What?” he exhaled, already sounding impatient, yet still reached up to tuck my damp hair behind my ear, his eyes staring on my face like he missed me.

“But thanks for the confirmation. One down, two to go.” Jack laughed. His victory dance was what had given him away. Served him right. “Ready?” The game started off. Jack was in the lead, riding around in a stolen Ghost and killing the level. Jack focused entirely on the game, blocking out all the sounds of the party behind him. He was going to win, but then with just a few moments left in the game, Owen somehow tied him. Logan was close enough to be a threat when Izzy walked directly in front of the TV screen.

He gave them his address and hoped that they would meet him there in good time. The gate was unattended as Jack drove into the house. The front door was still shut and the house was eerily quiet and Jack grabbed his handgun from his pigeon hole before heading for the front door. Unsure of what he'd find inside, Jack gingerly opened the door. His first instinct was to run to Lisa, she was sitting next to Jordan and his security on the sofa but their captor wasn't in sight. So he stood still, not wanting to be caught off guard.

When Jack arrived, he was greeted by several employees, and as usual, the alpha just ignored them. "Hey, where is that thing?" he asked flatly to one of his employees, who was busy serving customers. Daniel, who realized his presence, immediately signaled to one of the employees there to replace him. "Hey, don't talk like that, especially in front of customers; what if one of them gets offended?" he said while glaring at Jack. "But I said the truth, an Omega is just a thing that specializes in making children. Anyway, stop this unnecessary argument and tell me where she is." Jack repeated his question again.

Jack stood at the head of the table, his slender fingers dancing across the hard-light interface. He was in his element. For nineteen years, Jack’s delicate nature and love for beauty had been a curse, a reason for his father’s men to hunt him through the freezing mud. Here, it was the law. He wore a flowing, immaculate tunic of woven white silk, his chameleon skin radiating a constant, warm pink luminescence. With every swipe of his hand, physical Pink Blossoms cascaded from his wrists, dissolving into the holographic projection and rewriting the city’s architecture.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Suddenly, a voice that had long been silent within me, the voice of my wolf Lara, roared back to life. …Mine. Alpha Draven reached out to touch my face, his voice soft with surprise as he said “Mate.” “Where the hell is that bitch! Someone, drag her out for me!” Alpha Carter yelled, as he walked into the hall with red eyes. A large part of his black shirt had turned brown because of the bleach, and it had even gotten torn in several places.

Olivia, who was next to Jack, seemed to have gone mad, too. The two had lost their minds, and no one could approach them. Ryder shot the commander next to him a look. Just then, the sniper fired a shot from afar, and the custom-made silver bullet shot through Jack's forehead. Jack's body went stiff and fell down the canyon. "Jack…" Olivia was stunned at the sight. A warrior of the pack seized the chance to capture Olivia. She tried to grab another bottle of acid, but the warrior hit it, and the liquid splashed on her legs.

His eyes seemed to be glittering with millions of possibilities as every muscle in his body went taut, “ what-” “ These claws don’t belong to a wolf.” “ Shit” cursed Shayne as he jumped from his crouching position and took a long sniff. It was hard to differentiate the smell of the intruder when the entire room smelled of oil paints. “It's a jackal. Someone trespassed the boundary line-”