Werewolf Twilight Jacob Novels & Stories

“But things have changed. Gabriel is more dangerous than you realize, and you’re going to need all the help you can get.” I leaned forward, eager for more information. “What do you know about his plans? How can we stop him?” Jacob hesitated, then sighed. “There’s something you need to know about me first. My connection to the werewolves isn’t just historical. I have a deeper bond with them—one that ties me directly to their fate.”

"He's going to try, the last one standing is the alpha." Luke was unable to provide more context since Jacob had already initiated the first blow by jumping up and biting off the chandelier's hinges. He threw the hefty object at Damon, who was knocked down by its force, using the enormous instrument. Despite my doubts that Jacob would be even worse than Damon, I harbored hope that he would kill him. He obviously despises humans as well, maybe even more than Damon. Evan and I would no longer have easy access to killing the werewolf alpha if Jacob were to kill Damon today. Either leader would destroy the human race. A human would have to kill Damon to prove to others what we are capable of.

Kliara, who was yet to understand what he meant, asked. “Listen carefully, the only people who use a bow the way you just did are the things we hunt when they are yet to transform and if you are telling me that Jacob is the one who had taught you, then my suspicion had been right all along, he’s a werewolf,” Williams explained to Kliara. Kliara didn’t want to believe what her Father said but she remembered immediately when Jacob's eyes had glowed bright red, how he was perfect at almost everything he did.

I whispered. “You’re getting good at that Leah”. Jacob smirked. I wasn’t so sure. His body was still tense. As he took a step forward I placed myself in front of him. “Babe”. I whispered placing my hand on his cheek. His eyes locked with mine, the brown coming back, the black disappearing. “You’re mine”. He whispered. “I know. Wait a minute”. The penny dropped. He was her mate, did she tell him about werewolf straight away? Did he freak out like I did?

I felt the Moon Goddess take his wolf with her; there is no way that wolf is coming back. “My wolf.” Jacob whimpers over and over again as Starling drops the warding; he doesn’t move at first. Jacob just stays kneeling there in his own blood and looking at his hands like he can’t believe what he’s feeling. “Now you know how it feels to be looked down on by everyone. Run, Jacob, run as fast as you can but it won’t be fast enough.” I have no idea where this mean side of me has come from but I allow it to fill me up as Jacob slowly lifts himself to his feet and stumbles backwards. When he sees that no one is trying to stop him, he spins on his heels and starts running; not a single rogue moves.

Joseph took the paper from Alexander’s hand and smacked him lightly, imitating the one his master did earlier. “Hey! What gives? So what if I forgot? You remembered it, anyway.” “That is not the point, Sir.” “Whatever! So, what’s up with that guy?” “He’s a werewolf. He just turned earlier.” Alexander stared at Joseph for a few seconds. “Really?” he asked. “Positive, sir. The scent I picked up couldn’t have been Nicodemus. I know his well enough. And John’s as well.” “I see…” “There’s also another interesting piece of information that I’ve gathered. It seems that this friend of Nicodemus’ doesn’t have that… mark.”

Abraham says, cutting to the chase. “No,” I say, crossing the room and taking a seat across from him in the other matching chair. “You are in my house, on my land…” “You’ll have to forgive our Luna,” Jacob says, sauntering into the room. “She doesn’t understand the werewolf world.” “I have questions that need answers,” he says, attempting to contain his anger. I slide a glance at Jacob, who shoots me a warning look, and I roll my eyes. “I will answer your questions the best I can. But if the question is not mine to answer, I will hold my tongue.”

I thought of my head guard, Jakob, and had a feeling that he would have an idea what could have happened that night. Once I got home, I sent for Jakob. "Get Jakob for me," I ordered one of my guards who bowed slightly and at once went to bring me Jakob. Jakob is a wise werewolf who could slay and fight in wars and still return alive. Although he was in his early fifties but still strong and never ageing like he had a trait of a vampire in him. He knew far more than any guard I had ever known and made wise decisions and suggestions. He had valuable and costly information and was filled with wisdom.

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

That’s what had nagged Jacob at the back of his mind. He was barely twelve, or was it eleven, so there had been no way for his wolf to have metamorphosed. His wolf at that time should have been a mere gene in his body, not a full-blown wolf that had been strong enough to wade off the full effect of an attack by the undead. It shouldn’t have been possible, but thank the gods that it had been. He would have been as vile as ever, or he would have been dead.