Battle Jack Novels & Stories

Jack swung a leg over and let his knees remember childhood they’d never had. “Boss, watch the fruit,” Bruno warned as the market swallowed Jack and the white bob. “I always watch the fruit,” Jack said, and then a tower of mangoes decided to be tragic art at his front wheel. He bunny-hopped like embarrassment avoidance was mission-critical, skimmed a crate that smelled like summer, and took a spray of lychee to the face that made the world sticky and sweet. “Your cholesterol thanks you,” Wolfgang said dryly. Aki moved like she owned her skin. The Ninja coughed awake under her like it had opinions and she enjoyed making them wrong. Jack burst from the market into glare and river stink, the bik

Stain, and he was glad to have been able to do so. Jack looked up, meeting Mr. Stain's gaze. Mr. Stain asked politely, "Are you sure that you can do this? You will be seeing things like this often." Jack nodded confidently, replying, "Try me." Jack had already proven his ability to take out the men without using any weapons, and he was sure he could handle whatever else Mr. stain had in store. He was hopeful that Mr. Stain would still be alive when he was done, as he needed the money desperately. Mr. Stain took five minutes before another car arrived, and he entered the car with Jack, ready to take off. Jack was confident that he could handle whatever came his way, and he was grateful for th

Zenos leaned back and returned the cinnamon roll to his lips after monologuing indifferently, “Not to be blamed for your poor skills.” Jack's lips twitched, and he clutched his forehead in distress. He was widely recognized as a rare, talented, and worldly skilled hacker. However, when it comes to battling Zenos, it's right to say that Jack's skill is still crawling! Jack suddenly had the urge to sit down and cry at the top of his lungs. Jack doesn't know how he offended this cold-blooded demon in the first place. All Jack recalled was battling an old enemy at midnight in order to prove the best through a coding competition.

Zack exclaimed in a firm voice, pushing Jackie to hurry as she grabbed the gun without hesitation. A wave of relief washes over Jackie as soon as she grasped it. They now have a weapon to use against Santi and Debbie. Zack clenched his teeth in wrath, glaring menacingly at Guevarra, who was still in pain. Zack's eyes clouded with rage as he slammed his foot harder into Guevarra's wrist. Guevarra tried to stop Zack by pinching and slapping his lower leg and kicking his other foot, but he still could not reach Zack when Zack moved his other feet to one side, making it impossible for him to reach Zack.

"Daniel Zavaro, twenty-nine years old. Six-year veteran of the Texas Mutiny. Number four on last year's Top Twelve most eligible bachelor list as voted by the city of Houston, behind one baseball player and two football players. Single, loves his family, volunteers at a local children's soccer league and all around nice guy." I stare at her, mouth gaping. "I can't believe you know all that." "I can't believe you don't," Sue says. "I didn't know about his volunteer work, but even I bought one of those sexy calendars they put together from the guys on that list." I cock my head at her. "What? It was for charity." "Seriously, Quincy," Geni says, turning back to her client. "He is ridiculously

"Your marriage is worthless! Don't pretend you're some saint. Sure, I forced myself on her at first, but she enjoyed it—unlike you, who needs meds just to last five minutes. Which woman would want a silver-plated dud like you?" The words stung like acid. Not only Geronimo, but even his team hesitated. After all, a wolf pack follows its leader—if the alpha is weak, morale collapses. Exactly what Jack wanted. In past fights, he'd always use this tactic: demoralize the enemy with words first, then strike. When it came to a group brawl, crushing morale could tilt the balance completely. "Go! Kill them! Tomorrow, I'll take you all out of this hellhole!" Jack bellowed, sensing the tide turning. "W

“The world you knew is already gone. And soon, you’ll thank me for being the one left standing when the ashes fall.” He paused at the door, glancing back at her one last time. His grin was cruel, triumphant. “My name is Jack,” he said, as though carving it into the air itself. “Remember it. Your four Alphas will tear each other apart trying to find you, and when their packs are weak, I will strike. Once they’ve fallen, you will have no choice but to stand at my side.”

He used his claws to scratch the opponent's chest. Ezra repeatedly scratched, disorienting the opponent, and then threw himself on top of him. Ezra won with sharp, clawed front paws resting on his opponent's black fur. "We're even." The leader of the assassin group stood up, shook his black fur gently to brush away the dust on his body, and spoke. "Winning is winning." Ezra knew that the opponent had yielded to him, so he did not want to admit that he had won, but he still did not understand what the opponent meant.

, he said. "You wouldn't believe what I discovered", Jack said. "Shoot", Brian said, sitting back on his chair. "Remember when I said there were some forces holding onto the consignment? Well, I discovered that those forces were our archenemy, the demon pack", Jack said. The office went silent as Brian tried to understand what Jack had just said. The demon pack was the most feared group in the whole of New York City. Their operations were legendary and the only people who could openly challenge them was Brian and his pack.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”