The Jackal Red Rising Novels & Stories

“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

Kokabiel laughing the whole time, as if he were enjoying this, the sick fuck. A flash of brown at the fallen angel's hip had me focusing my gaze there. At first glance it looked like a pelt until I realized that color was very familiar to me. As I looked closer while he moved, I realized he had many at his hips, like trophies. Then I almost gagged as recognition dawned on me, those were scalps; the scalps of his victims. Jasons had been the brown one I had first seen, but amongst them I saw hair of every color and my stomach churned. Willing my leaden feet to move I took a step toward Cain, his back to me, shoulders heaving with his exertion; the blood from his wounds still wet on his shirt.

The day of the ceremony arrived and Liam was stressed. With getting the supply back on track, the preparations for the ceremony, and the time of the Blood moon curse rapidly approaching, Liam was having a hard time keeping control of his inner beast. It simply wanted to rip, tear and demolish all the problems before it. Liam had to explain that not all problems could be solved with violence. It didn’t care. Calming the beast once more, he stepped out onto the prepared stage. Below him stood his pack. They were separated into sections. Most of the pack were set a ways back. The pubescent kids and their guardians in an enclosed area set aside.

The Ascended merely staggered, shook their heads, and kept charging, firing their assault rifles wildly at the base. "They don't feel pain!" Jack swore. He stood on the outer wall in his heavy Mark V Exoskeleton, winding up the rotary cannon. BRRRRRRRT. A storm of depleted uranium shells tore through the red robes, turning the snow into a horrific slurry of crimson and glowing blue.

That wasn’t making any sense. As the sun began rising and shining through the closed window curtains, the TV was randomly turned on. Jack was displayed on the screen; he stood in front of a podium, and he looked to be in the center of King City. The sight of him turned my stomach. He had a smug smile on his face like he had already won. But he had no idea we were coming back for him with a stronger force than before.

and I'm pleased Jack caught me because of it. "You're not my pack," Arthur declares. "I was born here," Jack responds. "I'm a dark moon alpha as much as any man here." "And what are you going to do with her?" Lucas asks Jack pulls me up by reaching down and his eyes narrow. As he looked about at the other men—all of whom were nude, dripping with perspiration, and ready for even the tiniest opportunity to sink their teeth into both of us—he wrapped an arm around me while sticking out his other hand's claws.

Redward, meanwhile, very quickly and deftly wielded a dagger, chopping one by one the Hunters, until they had time to really come to their senses. Jack, realizing that Red was still on their side, ordered with one menacing growl: - To battle! All the Wolves, including Jera, who managed to transform into the Beast, moved in unison against the enemy, baring their mouths with razor-sharp fangs. Everyone's eyes burned with anticipation of the fight. - And you, - Jack turned to Black, - stand still and don't fight. Your target is Cyrus. Seeing that John did not like this order - otherwise he could not accept Jack's order - and he intended to challenge it, Willow added:

Jack was the anesthetic. Varkas had realized that the ninety percent were starting to rebel against the Refinery. They were getting too wild, too desperate. So, Varkas had brought the Sovereign back to the continent. He dressed Jack in white silk, crowned him in flowers, and let his beautiful, submissive magic wash over the city. Jack thought he was bringing peace to a utopia. In reality, he was greasing the wheels of a genocide, keeping the victims entirely docile as they were marched into the dark.