Wirehaired Jack Russell Novels & Stories

There's an apology I need to convey to him. In a split second, a strong gust of wind carrying sand began to surround Jermaine and Rohan and when the wind left, both of them had transformed into their wolf form. One is a wolf with two-tone fur, a combination of black on the front and white on the back and tail. His eyes glowed a beautiful bright blue. It was Jermaine's wolf form, a unique feature only possessed by pure descendants of Alpha Jocheved blood. Meanwhile, the other is a silver wolf with golden eyes.

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

The wolfhound, as if playing, kicked him in the side and, bending over him, checked, probably, for the presence of wiretapping and another pistol. “Listen to me carefully, little f*ck,” he said, making sure that Yegor had nothing. - Mrs. Kira had some health problems some time ago and she has not yet fully recovered, and such incidents can have a very bad effect on her. So, buddy, I'm warning you: if I see you again, I'll shoot you like a dog.

She looked extremely young with strawberry blond hair and an extremely curvy figure. "You've healed. I wonder what it is you would become. I've never seen anyone who's been bitten by a werewolf and a vampire. It better be worth my time because I canceled my plans because of this," she grumbled. "I'm Maxine, I'm sure you remember me from last night."

Heather would end up being her only pup, and a miracle at that. That didn’t stop Jack from ignoring everything Mae said and keep trying for more pups over the years. He wanted a male pup desperately that could carry on. He’d hoped Russell would name any male pup Jack had as the next alpha of the Hollow Wood Pack. Unlike Russell, who only wanted to live forever and do as he please to whoever he pleased.

Jasper looks suspicious, but kisses her hand and waits to hear what she has to say. “Dad- uh, I-I mean, Mister Cirillo bought us a puppy to be friends with our wolves. His name is Mister Happy. He’s a Saint Barnyard and still in our bedroom.” Kara pouts to match Katie. Jasper suppresses a laugh at her mispronunciation. “He’ll be sad without us.”

“She’s hopped, skipped, danced, and crawled, though.” Jack’s smile widened and I lost the battle. “I approve,” he said. “Kid’s got pizazz.” Before I could reply, something nudged me from behind. I gasped, giving Jack an outraged look. He lifted both hands in the air. “Not me. Meet Mousse.” He tilted his head down to indicate a sleekly muscled brown and white pit bull at the end of a leash. “Like the dessert, not the animal.” He reached down to pet the dog. “Apparently, he’s forgotten his manners. Mousse, what did I tell you about greeting the ladies that way?”

“Hmm well you would be half right. Lobo!” He calls to the animal and it looks up from licking my face, then jumps down finally allowing me to sit up. Now I can get a proper look, I see that he has long black fur with a small diamond patch of white on his chest. His eyes are a pale blue, which I find unusual and it creates a striking image, that will be intimidating to an intruder. “What breed is he?” “He is a mix, half Siberian husky and half wild wolf.” “He is half wolf? But why would you have a pet like that?”

“Sit down, Ivan.” Jack helps me to a chair under a wisteria-covered awning outside the kitchen door. It looks out over a garden wall to the orchard beyond. A border collie peers intently at me from a spot in the open gate. There’s a white stripe that runs up her nose between clear, brown eyes and the white around her mouth spills down her chest and along her belly. The way it covers her legs looks like she’s wearing long, white opera gloves. “You must be hungry. I’ve got rabbit cooking. Hang on while I get you some.”

She closed her eyes and remained still. The black furry wolf that happened to be Jason, weaved his away through the thick trees. Jason was a bulky wolf, bigger than the other male wolves, his big golden brown eyes a huge contrast to his black fur. However, the fur of his neck and chest were a different colour, they were white, like that of his mother's. His ears were slightly forward, listening. His paws threaded with finesse.