Battle Jack Novels & Stories

JAX: The despicable shit I killed didn't inform me that he had his filthy minions waiting outside. Workers and trainees at the pack house started to emerge, perhaps thinking the threat had passed. Among them were trainees and three seasoned fighters I recognized, who joined me in attacking the rogues outside the pack house.

Cayden yells into the mind link, opening it up to the entire pack. I close the mind link to the whole pack, leaving it open just for my Beta, Gamma, Delta and Lead Warrior. “Dax,” I say into the mind link, unable to believe the question I’m about to ask, “do we have any wooden stakes, garlic or holy water?” I’m now running out of the packhouse and heading to the southern border of my pack lands with Raul running right next to me. We haven’t had a chance to actually speak to each other since my guard woke me up, but I have no doubt he already knows what’s going on because he’s a smart guy and a good Alpha. “Do those things actually work?!” He asks incredulously.

Alex stood up from his seat, before Raymond could say any further, he saw himself pinned against the wall, Alex hand flew to his neck, as he grabbed his throat, he watched Raymond fight helpless for a chance to breathe again, " If you mess with me using my mother's death, I will not only kill you, I will make sure you have a very painful death, burn your body, and scatter your ashes to the four corners of the earth, If you....."

Fetching out a tumbler, he brought a bottle of whiskey and filled half glass for himself. He took a sip just as his phone dinged and he brought it out to see that he has been credited, he dropped the phone and took another sip but the ringtone started blaring and he picked up the phone again to see an unknown caller. Answering it, he heard from the other end, “El Diablo, can we see tonight? I have a business proposal for you.”

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

I screamed but ended up getting hurt. I tried pushing him away but he didn't even budge. There was no way I could push him away. He was like five times stronger than me. What can a five feet four inches do to a six feet five inches? I looked small beneath him. I pounded my small fist into his chest but all to no avail. He glared at my nipples and he wrapped his mouth around it and sucked it like he is life depended on it. He massaged the second one with his hand. He sucked for like two minutes, making my nipples sore. "So soft." He moaned.

"The Valderian has to complete the mission on his own free will. You have accomplished nothing." The alpha grinned then opened his desk drawer. In one swift movement, he pulled something out and threw it to the wolf who was restraining Dante. It was an injection, it looked high tech and within seconds, the needle was pushed into Dante's neck. "On the country, Dante now has a bomb in his neck, all I have to do is push a little button, and.... boom!" I stared up at him anger boiling in my blood. "You're a psychopath." "I actually got the idea from suicide squad."

NINETEEN Wes jabbed the twin barrels of the gun against the side of Jack’s head. “You want to kiss my daughter, you disgusting piece of shit?” he hissed. “You gonna marry her? Did you fuck my daughter?” Each blow hurt but Jack resisted pulling the knife from his pocket. He wasn’t going to risk blowing this bet until he was positive the timing was right. Chances didn’t exist in this house, if indeed they ever did. The final smack of metal against scalp echoed loud and hollow. “Stop-stop it!” Jack said.

This remarkable advancement was a testament to the influence and guidance of their formidable lord, igniting a newfound sense of pride and gratitude among the knights. "Jack, what is your level now?" I inquired, although I knew he stood at level 64. Still, I sought to gauge the perspective of this young teenager, just a year junior to Ethan. "I believe I am currently around level 64, my lord," Jack responded, his voice tinged with disbelief. "It still feels like a dream. Just yesterday, I was merely a C-rank, and now I find myself at the B-rank." Jack's progression from level 42 to level 64, a remarkable gain of 22 levels from this battle alone, had propelled him directly into the ranks of B

Alice I push the bike harder than I should through the wood track, twisting the throttle wide open. Those two bikes behind me are gaining fast, and I recognize the logos on their jackets even in the dark. It is Jackal's underground dogs, the ones who run his dirty races, who do his enforcer work.