Wirehaired Jack Russell Novels & Stories

Everything felt old, like history was more important to him than memories. Then my eyes landed on a frame that made me smile without meaning to. Two wolves—one male, one female—with a little wolf pup between them. The pup had its ears folded down and its teeth bared in a funny little snarl. I laughed quietly. “This must be Jack.” The way the pup’s face looked like he was caught stealing meat… it was too adorable to deny. I reached out and touched the frame gently. The moment my fingers brushed the gold, an electric spark shot through my veins. I gasped and jerked my hand away.

I rub the top of Jabba-jaws head and follow him into the forestry, the same direction Riccardo and Rocky previously took off in. Jabba-jaws and Rocky are from the same litter. I had them trained to be rescue dogs in case I required their skills if something were to happen to Savannah. German Shepard's are loyal, intelligent, obedient, and alert. All the temperaments most humans lack. Rocky's fur coat is black and tan. Jabba-jaws fur coat is red, and black with a hint of silver. Though Rocky is more laid-back, Jabba-jaws is like a dog on crack twenty-four-seven.

Kennis hadn't reacted to my color the night I ran from him, although he was too focused on hunting me down. "Diara, I belong to a rare lineage of wolves known as the Dire Wolves. They are legendary and stronger than other wolves. That’s why our wolves connect so well. Because we are one of, if not the last, dire wolves in the world," she explained. The reason my wolf wasn’t as blue as hers was that my mother wasn't a dire wolf, I was of mixed lineage, while she was pure.

Rose’s Point of View: Jack’s wolf was unlike any I had ever seen. His silver fur shimmered beneath the moonlight, making him look almost otherworldly. He was magnificent—stronger, faster, and more ferocious than any wolf I had encountered. In mere seconds, he had torn through the enemy wolves with terrifying ease. But as I shifted back into my human form and approached him, something felt… off. Jack’s wolf stood over the bloodied snow, his tongue flicking out to lap up the crimson stains. I hesitated for a moment, sensing the tension in the air, but concern pushed me forward.

Rufus, the biggest and oldest of Mom’s dogs, jumps up at the back door, startling Scarlet a bit. Dean gets up to let him in. I’d already moved out and was overseas when she got him, but he’s the family dog to the rest of the family. Without thinking, Dean opens the glass doors, and all four dogs come barreling in. Most are friendly, but Rufus can be finicky with new people. He’s a German Shepherd mixed with a Malamute and is big and intimidating. Scarlet tenses, bringing her wine glass to her lips and taking a big sip. I slip off the stool and take a hold of his collar as he sniffs her.

Each dog has its own trainer especially for rare dogs hunters such as Hound dog, Siberian husky, Rottweiler, wolf-dog hybrids, Doberman pinscher and pit bull terriers. Joshua was about to enter their mansion when he heard a very beautiful voice and he immediately followed it. and when he plucked the thick and gigantic leaves of the plants, A woman sang a very beautiful song he saw. Joshua stopped because he remembered something the woman was singing. "Lullaby and good night, With roses bedight. Creep into thy bed,

Smells like wet wolf in here. Then I heard another eerie painful groan. I forced myself to step further down and gave the door behind me one last look, making sure it’s wide opened, just in case i need to run out of this creepy place. My mouth fell to the floor when i saw cages all over the room, most of them empty. But there is one that’s occupied with a naked chained man who is laying on the floor. “The intruder!” I thought to myself. His head is down as his body slightly shakes from the pain. I took another step closer and noticed the silver chains around his torso, ankles, arms, and neck. It clears what’s causing him to be this tortured. Silver is one of the few weaknesses of werewolves.

“No noise, no struggle. Cameras caught a shadow after that, looked like...” A wolf,” Lechandray finished, sitting back. “Black. Bigger than any wolf I’ve seen.” That part didn’t make sense. Mira’s wolf wasn’t black. She was brown with pale markings. Or at least she had been. I turned to Haden. “Wth, is Mira a Honshu? Why is her wolf black?” He stopped pacing, his expression unreadable for a long moment. Then he sighed. “She’s not a Honshu.”

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

) cough. Cyrus glared at them, and the laughter stopped immediately. - It is you, Jack Willow, who will die a very long and painful death by my hand when I get to you ... - Get there first. We wolves, you know, are very nimble, and how much agility we have, woo, you can’t even imagine ... "Shut up," the old man hissed, barely restraining his anger. - Uh-huh, - Jack nodded vigorously with his furry head. “I’ll be sure to shut up when you, overgrown mummy, crumble and turn into dust.