The Jackal Red Rising Novels & Stories

“It isn’t power. It isn’t ability. It’s everything they tried to bury, rising up.” I looked at Tomas, the woman kneeling beside him, the bowed wolves in the morning light. “Three hundred wolves are about to have moments just like this. They're all carrying something. They're all about to meet it.” Malek shook his head. “That’s not a weapon. The network thinks they’re getting a weapon.” “No,” I said. Rhydian’s phone buzzed and he glanced down, his expression shifting. “The figure, from the vehicle. They want to know if we’re still coming.”

"Mr. Randall, Corbin just made a mistake. Please, let him off this once." The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Senna Harlow on her knees outside the Thornwell Group building. She had always been proud to a fault, yet here she was, willing to throw away her dignity for Corbin Pryce.

Tesha says. “How can you do this?” Iris asks. “How could you stand by and watch innocent women get raped and tortured? How could you stand by and watch a dragon get beaten to the point that his scales ripped off? You did nothing. What we’re doing is showing you that there are consequences for your actions or your lack thereof,” I say, my voice becoming hard. “All of us have had a hard life. None of us would have stood by and allowed that. If you want a chance to redeem yourselves, this is the price. Otherwise, choose Fordin’s way and die. Choose now.”

When I gasped and fell back, she said: “When the blood moon rises, follow the scream.” “But be warned, little wolf. When you enter the Veil... you may not come back whole.

"Mickey! You're here! You came to take me home, right? Please…please, take me home. Please…" Her voice cracked with panic. She crawled desperately but couldn't even reach the tip of his shoe. Mickey stood motionless, watching her writhe like an insect. Only when she finally gave up, collapsing in tears, did her voice turn shrill with fear. "Mickey, no! It wasn't me! Jack—" "Shut up!" His voice snapped like a whip. Then he kicked her—hard—right in the chest. His face was twisted with rage. "You don't get to call me that."

I just wanted to rest my aching head. “Okay, just change the station to the pack’s news channel right now,” Jake ordered, his posture incredibly rigid. “There is something you desperately need to see.” “I’m not in the mood for that, Jake. I need to keep up with this particular season.” “It’s about your wife.” “What?” My head snapped back to him, my blood instantly running hot. I aggressively grabbed the remote from the table and changed the channel. Jackla’s face immediately filled the massive screen. A bold, bright headline flashed directly above her: The Hidden Luna, Jayla Salvatore of the Wolf’s Den Pack, Finally Graces the Slum Villages With Her Presence.

Then, the omega leader raised her hand, and a hush fell over the slaves as they turned their attention to her. "As I told you before, every mistake has an appropriate punishment. You must know where to stand. You will not be given food until you learn your lesson about who you are now. Seducing a high-ranking wolf like the Jarl is the worst thing you could do. You not only shamed yourself but us too.” Jackie stood up, protesting vehemently. "This is too much, madam! She is the mate of Jarl Kristoff! No mistake has been made!" I grabbed Jackie's hand.

CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV: MY NAME IS Clara Peterson and what you are about to read is the story of my life. However before we delve into the story proper, let me introduce you to my squad. We are more like a family. You dare one of us and you are taking on all of us. There is Ray Glazebrook, my boyfriend or anyways, soon to be boyfriend. He is a werewolf. Infact, he is the Alpha of a werewolf pack called the Kraits. He is immortal and very powerful. Then we have my best friend, Janet Johnson or as I like to call her JJ. She is a witch with the powers to control and manipulate storms. This means she can control lightning. We then have Ethan Vanderbilt, the only hybrid amidst us. He is both

Jordan sighed. "I did too." Jack's driver delivered Jess to his doorstep at exactly 8:47 pm that night. She was dressed in a tight red body con dress that left little to the imagination. She applied red lipstick to match and a pair of red heels that buckled around the ankles. Jess was a petite but very shapely woman, she was also very beautiful. Her curled weave sealed the Marilyn Monroe look she was obviously going for. Jack gave her his best smile as he led her inside the house. She walked ahead of him, deliberately exaggerating the swing of her hips. Jack followed her to the couch where she made herself comfortable.

Everywhere went completely dark again and all I could see were their glowing eyes but then, only his eyes gleamed red. I looked at him deeply and this time around my eyes has seen his wolf, standing huge right behind him. "He's a ruthless Alpha!!" Raven whimpered as she relapsed in fear. I remember him. Tears swelled up my eyes as I saw his wolf, Odin. His red eyes glimmered and burnt with so much rage. I remember him, the supreme Alpha, Jace Steele. Jack had ran, holding the broken bottle high as he descended on Jace but he was sent flying back to the feet of Connor, groaning bitterly as he held his fractured ribs.