The Jackal Red Rising Novels & Stories

He knew he had to follow Lucas into the fire even if it meant they would all burn to ashes. "I will stay here and keep watch for the sun and the wolf patrols while you rest for a few hours. We will move toward the Red Moon mansion when the moon is high in the sky again," Jack said. He sat down by the entrance of the cave and pulled out a small knife to sharpen it. Lucas did not answer him because he was already falling into a deep sleep filled with dreams of Jillian. He saw her standing in a field of red roses, calling his name and reaching out her hand to him.

Jack hated falling. He had fallen through markets, contracts, Source corridors, draft rooms, memory layers, and at least three places that Haley had later described as "bad elevators with theology." Falling always meant someone else had chosen the direction. This time, Jack chose faster. "Marcus!" "On it."

"Damn! That ugly woman also is really lucky, met our master York, otherwise still have to stay continue to learn art of dog climbing." "Learn to climb like a dog?" All the blood on Ethan's face was surge into his eyes in an instant. His face turns blue and his eyes were red. He was angry and asked, "What do you learn to climb like a dog?" "Just now an ugly woman was juggling here. Didn't you see that?" Ethan's heart seemed to be stabbed by a knife, and the big palm of the man's collar began to tremble, "Jack." Jack was so scared that he came quickly, "Yes?"

“You can’t win. You sacrifice yourselves for nothing. We are the true power, the rightful rulers of your kind. And we will destroy you all.” Jack rises to his feet, his hazel eyes blazing with fury. His entire body trembles with rage, and the growl that escapes him is low and menacing.

A chilling smile flickered across his lips, before he retracted his head and crashed it down onto Mangolia's forehead heavily. Mangolia's vision blurred, the floor seemed to sway beneath him. He spun, swinging wildly, desperate to land a punch with every ounce of strength he had. But the reality was different. He couldn't touch him. Maybe… I misjudged them, he thought, teeth clenched. I underestimated them. His heartbeat raced now, wild and erratic, fear darting through him like fire in his veins. “The only thing differentiating you from the dog I killed yesterday…” The lanky Jackal leaned in, eyes glinting with malice. “…is that you’re dumber.”

The blood was nearly identical, with Guan's being somewhat thicker and darker. "What?" "He's been a spy all this time?" "You cretin, Jackal!" Everyone’s eyes turned red. As they approached Jackal, many men ran over and started hitting and kicking him. "Ah! Ah!" In anguish, Jackal yelled. He curled up on the ground and covered his head. In the midst of the kicks and punches, he slid on the ground, screaming in agony, "This is a mistake! I am not a spy!" "How dare you!" "I'd often puzzled why the Azure Dragons didn't seem to care about our clans! But now it appears that they have known all of our secrets all along!" One of the Elders cursed vehemently.

Something else had picked up the reins. A Forest Lake warrior screamed as three hybrids descended on him at once. I moved, cutting through two before they could overwhelm him. The third I caught by the throat and slammed into the ground hard enough to crater the dirt beneath his skull. Kayla was already moving again, stone snapping up to shield a Crescent Moon warrior who’d lost his footing. We were no longer fighting a scattered force. Now we were fighting a redirected one. Across the battlefield, a surge rippled through the eastern line. Wolves were driven back two steps. Then three. I scanned for the source. For whoever had filled the vacuum James left behind.

And this is not a luck story. People like to believe that men who rise from nothing do so because fate intervenes or opportunity appears at the right moment. Maybe that happens for some people. It didn’t happen for me. Instead, my beginnings were marked by betrayal—a family that should have been my foundation became my first battlefield. Before I understood or could describe it, I was fighting wars I never asked for. I was born into a lie. I didn’t know it yet.

The two guards whispered quickly in Jack's ear, and he shoved away the woman draped across his lap and studied Andrew with sharp eyes. "So, you're Mr. Andrew Lloyd of Gabo Creek?" Andrew smiled politely. "That's right. I hope I'm not intruding." Jack's fleshy face lit up with excitement. "Not at all. Having you in my humble place is an honor! Mr. Lloyd, you're incredible! Anyone who can fight his way out of Goldridge and crush that piece of shit leader from Hidden Dragon deserves my respect. I'm Jack Moss, also known as Big Jack." The nickname 'Big Jack' caught Andrew off guard, but looking at the man's size, it fit too perfectly.

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."