Battle Jack Novels & Stories

he asked, his tone light and full of mirth but his eyes sharp and assessing under his heavy brows. "Actually, he is newly mated and doing well by all accounts." Brand tried to control the anger and sarcasm in his voice. This man would surely pay for his insolence. "I'm sure they'll have young in no time at all." Brand crossed his arms over his chest, flung his hair out of his eyes and stood to his full impressive height. He may not be the Alpha of his clan, despite his machinations, but he was still a Sköll warrior. He would not let anyone insult him, or his clan – no matter their rank. His wolf paced within him in indignation. It took an extreme act of will not to simply let the beast out t

I was a child again, feeling his dirty hands on me, groping at my clothes while forcing my legs apart. The image shifted and I was driving a knife into his body over and over and over again I woke up gasping for breath, it’s really crazy how These nightmares started again a month ago, so I’ve been drowning myself in wine and men, it helps for the most part, but it is crazy. First thing I noticed after jerking awake was the killer headache I was sporting, second thing I noticed, was that there was a stranger in my bed. I stared long and hard at his face…. what was his name again? Jake? …..Zeke? Ugh dang it!

Saat ini Janu sedang menuju kantin rumah sakit yang disediakan khusus untuk para karyawan. Mereka bisa akrab karena berasal dari satu almamater saat mengambil sekolah spesialis. Jadi cocok sekali saat ditempatkan di rumah sakit ini. Janu dipanggil Jack karena itu adalah nickname-nya saat mereka Coass dulu. "Ini baru selesai poli. Mau makan dulu. Lu mau ke mana?" Janu balik bertanya. Mereka berjalan beriringan sembari berbincang. Beberapa karyawan rumah sakit menyapa kedua lelaki itu saat berpapasan. Ada juga yang sengaja berhenti untuk melihat ketampanan mereka.

He was a brawler, a bruiser, and he stood his ground, cracking his knuckles. Jack didn't have time for a prolonged fight. He needed to end this, and end it now. He dropped into a combat stance, drawing on a new skill he had purchased from the system just for this occasion: 【Military Close-Quarters Combat Mastery】. The Beta charged, a roaring mass of muscle and fury, his claws extended. It was a straightforward, brutal attack. Jack didn't meet it head-on. He sidestepped, the claws whistling past his ear, and flowed with the bigger creature’s momentum. As the Beta stumbled past, Jack’s hand shot out in a knife-hand strike, impacting the nerve cluster at the side of the Beta’s neck.

Jack silently thanked her meticulous planning and twisted out from underneath the desk. Water spilled in through the large window like a soda bottle emptying its contents. The floor quickly filled with salty sea water. Now that the Alphas were vulnerable, Jack struck at them, one by one, with his flame. Their tech suits couldn't protect them now. They slammed back against the wall. The one he kicked now crawled towards him on the floor. He stomped down and cracked the man's helmet. He stomped again, the man sputtered water right before his brain turned to mush.

I was told he specializes in the use of knives and daggers and was more deadly than a raging bull. He had no tattoos on his body and he always had a mean look on his hardened face. Real name, Jack Lansing.Storm, the big brains, the hacker. Real name,Michael Angelo. Not all that tall,5ft 9,with thick black short hair,styled in a Mohawk.

Connor grabbed a beer out of the fridge, jumping up on the counter next to me. "How's the paper coming along? Mine is almost done, I think you'll like it." I shrugged, snacking on some chips, "It's coming along, and it better be good. If there's anything I didn't approve of being in the paper, I'll fight you. Just remember that." He laughed, offering me a sip of his beer. "How far along are you with the paper? We're reading them Monday." I took him up on his offer, "I have somewhat of an intro."

Jack asked with an eyebrow raised, and I pointed my finger to the large yellow Stuart the Minion sitting on a bench. "Win it for me," I begged with the best puppy eyes I could muster. "Why don't I win it for you, Princess?" Liam said as he stood next to Jack. "Just like old times, eh, Jack? Where I always give your girls what they want and always win," he added with a slow smirk spreading on his lips. I was about to tell Jack not to bother, but he grabbed the water gun and handed the vendor a five-dollar bill while glaring at his brother. "Not this time, Liam."

Jackson brought his men forward as he rushed and cursed, while Javier held the jack that was close to 20 pounds in his hand and closed the trunk. Did Javier need to wield a weapon to go up against vermin? Of course not! Javier brought out the mechanical jack because he would feel a bigger kick out of the fight with it! “You dare bring your men right up to my doorstep, eh? I’m going to beat the living lights out of you all!” ‘I-Is he a monster!?’ Jackson had always thought he was the descendant of a monster, the kind that would wander around with its bloodied mouth wide open.

She shoved past him, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "Jackie!" she yelled, sprinting toward the end of the hall. "Jackie, don't open the door!" Jesse threw open the door to Bryce and Jackie’s suite without knocking. Inside, the scene was a carbon copy of the nightmare she had just lived through. Jackie was standing on her bed, a combat boot held like a weapon, while Bryce looked like he was one "Alpha male" comment away from a stroke. "I don’t care if there’s a 'supernatural threat level midnight,' Bryce!" Jackie shouted, pointing the boot at his chest. "My brand is built on being a reliable bartender, not a missing person!"