The Jackal Red Rising Novels & Stories

Rollo perked up, waiting for Jack’s answer. “No. Why?” Beta Jack was clearly confused. “On my run today, I ran along the creek. I came upon a wolf. I didn’t recognize the scent and I didn’t recognize the wolf’s eyes when I looked into them. The wolf was a red wolf. She was absolutely beautiful. Her scent was intoxicating. I felt so at peace when I was sitting with her.” I shook my head, realizing that I must sound completely sappy as I talk with Jack.

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

“More importantly, I know quite a few people very high up in the judicial system. My client base is… extensive and exclusive to say the least. They won’t need proof to put you away. Only a suggestion from me that they had better do it, to prevent some of their own ugly doings from becoming public.” There was a terrible, blood-chilling silence. Raven felt her stomach tighten. How many people had this man killed? He’d killed Burt Johnson, right in front of her. And he’d killed… “Kade,” she breathed. “Your parents. He…” “The nature of mercenary work,” said the Jackal blandly, “is not to make anything too personal. I do take personally, for instance, that your brother fully intended to hand me o

“You’ll see. You think your pack walls protect you? They’ll fall because we have the power now…” Leo was stirring within me and my own temper was rising. “The uprising?” Romeo asked “Yes,” he sneered, eyes flicking slits across those around him. “Rogues. Exiles. The downtrodden. The hidden packs. We unite. We overthrow. Your Alpha reigns? A relic. Your borders? Paper walls. Your strength? We will trample down on it” Kevin’s eyes narrowed at him. “What are you sick fucks planning to do with Ayla?” she asked.

He scoffed. “The Stone Lake pack is moving forward, and we will now be, hopefully, with the training of the RedFang’s, become one of the strongest packs. They will also be helping with our pack’s income.” I explained. Bruce rubbed his face, got up and turned to walk out. “I do hope you are telling me the truth that you don’t know where Rylen is. We will find him, and he will be punished as a traitor to the Stone Lake pack. Anyone we find that has aide him will be punished as a traitor as well. That was suggested by the Counsel, not sure if he’d even make it that far, Ryder is ready to rip him apart, brother or not.” I sighed.

I reached into the quiet empty space where Alexa had been caught, sending out an urgent, inner request, a fighter's call for her other part. And amazingly, she answered and came alive inside me with a roar. The comeback was quick, strong, and wonderful. It wasn't a soft waking up; it was a bursting return to full strength. I felt the known, wild happiness of my Wolf filling my feelings, the link clicking into place with a burning strong feeling that for a moment covered even the dragon's flame. Alexa was back, her mind a firm, basic balance to Aliya's old power. The mixed being of Wolf and Dragon in my spirit was huge, too much, but fully held.

His wolf still raged behind his eyes. Tristan turned his glare on Jack. “You’ve started a war!” Jack’s smile widened. “One I intend to win.” He spread his arms mockingly, as if welcoming them to a feast. “You may have the numbers. You may have the wolves. But can they survive wolf-killing weapons? Because mine can.” Behind him, floodlights flicked on, casting harsh beams over the fortress walls. The silhouettes of men shifted into clear view—rifles raised, barrels gleaming silver.

“I found dozens and dozens of girls, locked in cages. The bars were rusted, they’ve been there for some time, just living outside like animals. Then there’s Marcel.” Rico pipes up, “Who the hell is Marcel?” “A massive wolf. I’ve never seen anything like it, I’ve never battled with one so strong,” My fists tremble beside me and I shove my hands in my pockets. “He is in charge of all of this.” Monica exhales and says, “What’s his motive?” Harrison says, “We won’t know unless we look further into it, like Riven has been saying.” Niles says, “I don’t think we should rush to put Riven in charge of anything at this point. He nearly got himself killed, and worse, he nearly got Kate killed.”

Jack and Jazz stood looking out the dirty window. There don’t seemed to be anybody outside yet they both have that uneasy feeling all was not as it should be. They kept on watching, the sun slowly rising. “What’s that?” Jazz pointed into the sky. They both watched the darken approached. “It looks like a fleet of crows,” Jack said concerned. He watched their circling with narrowed eyes. “I don’t think this is a good sign, Jack.”