Waylon Jones Human Novels & Stories

“Is he—” “He smells more human.” I shook my head. “He said he hadn’t shifted, but he felt something inside him.” “Yeah. Waylon is a werewolf alpha. The wolf gene is stronger, and he’s a male. I wonder how he did that.” “Did what?” “Control, not shifting for the first time.” “I don’t know. That’s got me wondering, too. I wish I couldn’t read thoughts, but Calder’s heartbeat was normal until Califf got mad.”

With the principal leaving the place and both Jia and Jones begging for their lives, they know the rules. "Too late," Allen said as she took off running and planted her foot in Jones stomach, then flipped him over, breaking his spinal cord. Jones howled out in pain, not being able to move if he tried. Since he's a werewolf, he will heal, but it will be painfully slow.

He waited for him to continue. “I want my Jaguar to chase his Toyota and then… I want a good bang!” He chirped the last part which was followed by his wicked laughter. “What the fuck, Hades, are you crazy?” Waylon hissed, listening to his plan. “Do you doubt it?” He turned around, glancing at the mobile and then shook his head. “Such a shame, Waylon. What do you expect from me? Humanity? Well, you should apologise to God for expecting humanity from me.” He sighed before adding, “He made me human but forgot to put humanity in me.”

"And you still want to save her?" Jones nodded without a blink. "Yes." "Why?" Loney couldn't understand. "I think she deserves a second chance. She can change," Jones firmly assured but Loney was agitated. He had known Daniella from college and she only grew worse. "People like her don't change." Jones' face fell, "She already lost her right leg." Loney's muscles tightened. "But it's not enough." Jones run his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Ray is my uncle," he found himself confessing for reasons only known to him. Loney didn't hide his concussion and Jones noticed it.

“And then there is also the way her wolf was too weak to heal her from her coma.” “I can look into her DNA Alpha, if that is okay with you both, and see if there is anything among her genetic markers.” Aleister cleared his throat loudly and the speaking stopped as we rounded the corner. We were greeted with Leon's pearly white smile and another, older, man gave a small bow. “We can talk more later Dr.” Leon said politely and the man nodded and walked off. “Shannon is awake and she's need annoying me constantly to see you.” He said with a smile.

That body becomes its prison and its home, tethered even beyond death. For most, it is a blessing. The ultimate salvation. A key to Ajooni—transcendence beyond the cycle of suffering. But for others, it is a curse. An unshakable shackle. Zander King was the Death Wolf’s Soul Corona. Its final human form. And that was why he could fight it, wrestle back control. No other host in history had ever managed such a feat. Not even Thaneous. A scream tore from Zander’s lips, his eyes flickering between the beast’s crimson and his own tormented brown before settling—finally—on brown. He gasped, dragging himself forward, his limbs trembling, his breath ragged.

Low gurgles were leaving his mouth. He was probably the leader, following him the others emerged from the shadows as well. Suddenly the leader started to shift. Our stances ready for attack and shift. "Alpha Gordon." The wolf, now a tall and muscular, red haired man, yelled. "We're here. Now, if you willingly give back what's ours, we'll go back without a fight. But if you don't, you damn well know there'll be consequences." I frowned. What was theirs? What did it mean?

Days passed by, Nicholas Jones continued doing his humanitarian mission along with his packs, day and night. For the past few days of helping those humans in need, he accumulated a total of one more year of his lifeline. That means his wolf could have lived one more year. One more year to continue searching for his little brother.

One thing baffles him; he can’t catch the scent of Lucas meaning that Stone might have not done his job well. Though Alpha Jones has lived for a thousand years as a werewolf, in human form he appears to be an old man with a bald head and grey mustache with wrinkles on his body. Many of his victims have allowed his look to deceive them thinking he’s just an old man in his 90s. They are wrong in seeing him that way because looks can be deceiving when it comes to werewolves in human form. With their werewolf curse triggered, they can kick one's ass even in human form and still exhibit their supernatural ability while in human form.

I stood there with twenty warriors behind me. Four of the vehicles emptied and the warriors of the Red River Pack surrounded the SUV in the middle. The back door opened and out stood a man 6 foot 5 inches tall. Long blonde hair, dressed in a black suit. I knew he wasn’t here for a social call. I walked over to him with my hand extended. “Welcome to the Lunar Lake Pack Alpha Jones.” We shook hands. “This was an unexpected visit, but like always, I am happy to see you.”