The Jackal Red Rising Novels & Stories

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!"

“Get it together, Ethel. We’re not out of this.” But Ethel just waved a hand helplessly, another peal of giggles escaping. The more she tried to stop, the funnier it all seemed. The boy’s furious, grimy face was the punchline to a joke the universe was telling. Jake rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t detach and roll across the rusty platform. He turned his attention back to the immediate threat. The horde was congregating at the base of the ladder. The first of them, the businessman, had a foot on the bottom rung. The ladder groaned under the weight. They weren’t coordinated enough to climb quickly, but they would climb. It was only a matter of time before the fire escape wa

Chilli speak softly as her hands cups one of my fists, trying to relax it, wanting to calm me down, "Elias, I..." "Red wolf," a whispering voice comes from a far, interupting Chilli and pulling my gaze up to see Maxwell still kneeling before us, staring. "By the moon goddess, finally, a red wolf!" He exclaims, "our prays have been answered at last." What the hell is he on about? How does he know about red wolves? "Alpha...?" I ask hesitantly,

"Gemer!! The warriors have quickly gathered around him with a worried expression on their faces. They were all horrified while I am motionless standing and left alone in the corner of the training ground. What have I done? I suddenly asked myself. "It's alright Sweetheart.. Alpha Jack's hand landed on my shoulders giving me a gentle squeezed. I was then aware of his presence being near me. A groan escaped my lips before my eyes fastened at him, i can feel them burning. "Oh God! You're eyes Carmela, they are red. I couldn't contain the burning in my eyes and my heart is beating faster. I could feel my wolf threatening to come out. Jack tried to reach out his hand towards me with the intention