The Jackal Red Rising Novels & Stories

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."

He walked back to bed, leaving me alone with the glow of the screen and the taste of victory sitting on my tongue. The next morning, I wore red. Red meant war. I met Cole and Jasper in a small warehouse on the edge of town. We used the place for deals before. Dirty ones. Today, it was for something bigger. “She’s rattled,” I said, pacing in front of them. “But not broken. We need to press harder.” Cole leaned against a crate, arms crossed. “We almost had her last night.” “Almost isn’t good enough,” I snapped. “She had backup,” Jasper added. “That guy, Xavier. He’s always around now.”

“You won’t believe it. He’s a warrior from the Red Night Pack… but he still tried to stop Travis.” I blink. “From Travis’s own pack? That’s… impossible.” Jack nods. “That kind of loyalty—risking his life to stop his own Alpha? He doesn’t belong under a coward like Travis. So I’m giving him something else.” “What?” He turns to me, eyes burning with conviction. “I’m naming him Alpha of the Red Night Pack,” Jack says. “With Alpha blood running through his veins, he’ll survive. I’ll make sure of it. He’s earned it.”

Tonight was the hunt, and she was both the predator and the storm. Nyxara Vale—the White Wolf, reborn, unstoppable, ravenous—had risen from the ashes. And she would make certain that every moment they had tried to bury her was unearthed, dragged into the light, and remembered for the reckoning it deserved.

All he cared about was making her moan. But he hadn't expected her to fight him. To resist his charms. To flee from him. He knew she was special. She was different from the other girls. From the women he fucked. He could feel their lust. Their desire for him. But Red, she was something else. Something so rare, he never experienced anything like it. But he would make sure she felt exactly how he felt. He would get her back into his arms. He would own her body. Make her scream his name. She would beg him for more. She would come to crave his touch.

Ardal “Welcome to Chateau Ardal.” Jack and I are standing together on the front porch as the moon rises in the sky. I swallow nervously as phantom censors of my conscience reprimand me for bringing a man home overnight with my kids present. Their voices of judgment become louder and harsher until I angrily shake them away, sending them flying - their pearls still clutched tight. Jack's face is even more swollen, and the bruising across his face and neck are now beginning to show - more damning evidence of Kadeem's barbarous attack.

A mental image of three very large wolves standing in the entrance hall was the first alert Jake had of strangers on his land. He was not impressed. There would be consequences to whoever had neglected their post. The snarl hadn’t even left his throat before Mark, Dylan and a few other men leaped from the table, shifting to wolf as they went, their clothes torn to shreds before their paws hit the floor.

The citizens, caught in the fervor of the moment, found solace and strength in their shared commitment to safeguarding their future. Rhesus, standing amidst the fervent assembly, absorbed the energy pulsating from the crowd. He raised his hand, acknowledging the support, and the crowd responded with an uproar of approval. "To the halls of resistance, we march!" Rhesus proclaimed, his voice carrying over the sea of faces. "Let this day be remembered as the birth of our defiance!"