Battle Jack Novels & Stories

' jack was far more dumbfounded than his face was giving credit for . In the guild hall he got his card and decided to take a job to kill some minor demons that seem to resemble fantasy goblins but from the little bit of his memories he knew that those things where just what are called lowly beings that line wherever there's concentrated energy but still .'no...hell no...goblins for real?...God what the hell do you think this is funny or something?' Jack just took the paper from her and sighed "hah im off give me 30 mins and I'll be back more or less "

Jack said; he frowned briefly, and then a smile broke out on his face, "Of course, I am in!" "Good," I said, grinning. "On three," he grunted as he was punched in the gut. "Now, you've made the big bad alpha angry." Jack's eyes flashed golden, and he snarled, his canine protruding, his claws out, and he swiped at the attacker's face, yanking off a great deal of flesh from his cheek. Then he moved into his neck, ripped out of his throat without remorse. "For the vultures," he said, discarding his lifeless body. He turned to the others, "Now, who wants to be minced meat for the scavengers?" his voice was a low growl, but it had enough threat and warning to scare the attackers.

He needed to return, as he feared this place could be attacked at any time, especially since most of their strongest men were currently undergoing treatment. “Man… I really need someone to test my new fighting skills on. All those clones have become too easy for me—I could take out a hundred in less than ten minutes. I need a real challenge,” Jack said, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked away. ⸻

I swear it. When I returned to the pack house, Jake was already there, his face twisted in pain as he spoke with a group of warriors. He looked up as I approached, his eyes locking onto mine. “Who?” he asked simply. “Tim,” I said, my voice breaking. “They killed Tim.” Jake’s expression darkened, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might break. He turned away, slamming his fist into the nearest wall. The sound echoed through the room, a raw, physical manifestation of his rage.

"Or maybe you're not really afraid. Because it looks like you have a reserve. I think you've gone into unprotected sexual intercourse that's why you're taking that medicine... because it's really hard to get pregnant, then teach Liam is the father of the child you are carrying... but in fact, you still never touched his dick—or at least saw how large it looks like." If the facial expressions I see in cartoon characters are true that when they get angry, their ears and noses smoke, I'm pretty sure that's the perfect definition of how Jessica's face turned out to be right now. Even though I didn't graduate in 6th grade and I went to high school as valedictorian, at least I received an award—a

Mom’s anxious face filled my vision, her voice sharpening from distant static into something painfully real. "Zara, what did you need to tell me? If you have something to say, hurry up. Your dad’s waiting for me to get home and cook. You said earlier that you won something. What did you win?" Hearing her questions, I quickly scanned my surroundings. My apartment. Understanding hit instantly. I had been reborn. In my previous life, at this exact moment, I had just won a $30-million jackpot. All I could think about was taking my mom, Helena Nightfall, away from that miserable household, moving somewhere far away, and starting a new life with her.

*CLANG. The sound of metal on light vibrated through the air. I opened my eyes to see Jack the Noir Man standing in front of me. He was tiny compared to the Sentry, a black-and-white smudge in a world of neon color, but he was holding his grayscale revolver sideways, blocking the blade with a shield of solidified ink. "I’ve lived in the trash for fifty years, kid!" Jack yelled, his voice crackling with static. "I’m not letting some glorified office-supply giant delete the only interesting thing to happen to this server since 1998!"

Those grey eyes have turned into molten, flaming glowing orbs. He opens his palm and glances down at the bullet he caught. Three more blasts release. One from me and the others from the Alphas. But like a blur, Jack is gone. A sudden chill rises behind me. I react quickly. The tree beside me explodes under Jack’s fist, splitting in half. I land several feet away. This bastard is stronger than I thought. “It seems I underestimated you, Alpha,” Jack straightens and glances over his shoulder, dust swirling in the air between us. “You are as they say. The unbeatable immortal Alpha.”

Jack, I want you to check on something," I say once Jack picks up the call. He always picks up my call on the first ring. "You can end the phone right now Gabriel, I'm in front of your office," he says with a slight accent and he opens the door. Jack is a large man. You will assume he moves like an obese bear with that body. But it will amaze you once you see him in the rink. I don't even want to have another sparring with him in boxing anymore. He moves like The Flash. I heard he has mastered over 5 martial arts. His hair was jet black and clipped short. He has black irises just like most of the Chinese descent. He has a minor cut on his left eyebrow. The eyebrow there just never grows agai

The moment the call connected, a torrent of vicious curses erupted from the other end. "You little shit, you looking to die? Who the fuck told you to bring up my name in the group chat? How dare you provoke me? Looks like you've got a death wish! I've got countless ways to make sure you can't stay in this city another day. You believe me or not?" Jack was a notorious thug in Volaris. He commanded a few hundred men, and rumor had it he already had blood on his hands from past crimes. Everyone in the neighborhood kept their distance. Nobody dared cross him.