Battle Jack Novels & Stories

Not when I don't know who I am Fighting against. "All good, Don. It will be…." He paused "Jack," I called and stabbed one of the enemies in the chest, blood splashing on my face. "Don, there is a problem" he said causing me to frown, "What?" I asked and he roared, "Fuck!" "Jack what the fuck is going on?" I have problems here already. I pulled out two of my knives as I targeted two men before pulling out the gun from behind my trouser. A bullet passed my left shoulder,

Michael’s groggy voice came through the phone. Jack ignored the question. “Someone hit me.” There was a brief silence on the other end before Michael replied, “What pack is this person from? How many of them? Can you handle them?” Jack smirked. “Just one.” “One?” Michael asked, sounding confused. He went through all the names of people who could possibly challenge Jack in Metrocity, but he couldn’t come up with any answer that made sense. “Ainsley?” Jack shook his head, even though Michael couldn’t see him. “No. I got slapped.”

**** JACK'S SUITE **** Jack was about to clean his wound; he had sustained a minor injury on his left arm earlier in the fight. The door unexpectedly opened, and there was Madam Zilla standing there. "Are you okay?" Concerned, she inquired further. Jack, who appeared to still be in shock, finally caught up to the present. "Oh, Madam Zilla. As you can see, I am in good health "He displayed a grin. Madame Zilla took a seat next to him and gently patted him on the arm.

She is about to end up the call but on second thought just waits to hear what he will say. Of course, Jack is not a weakling. As a matter of fact, Jack used to be the best underground fighter among all until he raised enough money to build his own underground fighting club. Right now he currently owns the highest fighting club in Virginia where he makes over a thousand dollars on a daily and also owns some other minor businesses. Jack is not just a fighter but a business tycoon. She had said that just to piss him off.

He sent Jackson Emery to handle the cleanup. Jackson Emery had been our high school pack’s elite champion fighter. The elders used to call him 'The Behemoth' because of his monstrous physical strength, his thick muscular frame, his midnight-black fur, and those piercing sky-blue eyes. During our third winter, the pack trainers were already grooming his beast for the elite league scouts, hoping Jack would secure a high-ranking position within a major western territory. But a brutal knee-shattering blow during his final warrior trials demolished his career, forcing Jack to abandon his dreams and crawl back to finish his education at the local community outpost.

One of them asked, "Who the h*ll are you? Do you have any idea who we are?" "I don't give a sh*t about your background. And don't ask me who I am. We are all people where fighting is our second nature. Save your b*tching. If I fall into your hands, then you can kill me. If you fall into my hands, then you will meet the same fate as me." "How dare you! We are..." Without waiting for the scoundrel to say anything, Jacky snatched the bat from the person beside him and aimed it at him. He swung the bat at the scoundrel's head. With a jarring thump, he fell to the ground, twitching.

He decided not to have a road name. Jack is the shortest of the three brothers, at just 6’ even, with black hair and blue eyes. Depending on the occasion he could be wearing a beard or clean shaven. Jack has the "open mouth insert foot" syndrome. It often gets him in trouble. Jazz is a bartender for now, until she decides what she wants to do with her life. She enjoys being a badass biker chic and with nothing keeping her from doing whatever she wants to do. School is just not for her. Jade said it was a miracle she graduated high school.

" Boss! Did you forget about his threat once again? Don't you remember you got beaten by him for this mouth?" Jack groans in pain, " That bastard hates that Bitch more than anyone. But once I say something, he turns mad dog! Ugh! Gently!"

I lied, a lie my mother alway told me to tell. Kent’s handsome face twisted into a smile. I should have hated it because I knew he meant it to be evil, but it made him even more handsome. It seemed playful rather than menacing. At least to me. “Max—“ he snapped his fingers again and the wolf came closer to me. He circled me like he did Marianna and as he did, my mother and Marianna joined the circus. “Jezebel, what are you doing here?” She yelled. “Alpha Kent, she is—“

The two guards whispered quickly in Jack's ear, and he shoved away the woman draped across his lap and studied Andrew with sharp eyes. "So, you're Mr. Andrew Lloyd of Gabo Creek?" Andrew smiled politely. "That's right. I hope I'm not intruding." Jack's fleshy face lit up with excitement. "Not at all. Having you in my humble place is an honor! Mr. Lloyd, you're incredible! Anyone who can fight his way out of Goldridge and crush that piece of shit leader from Hidden Dragon deserves my respect. I'm Jack Moss, also known as Big Jack." The nickname 'Big Jack' caught Andrew off guard, but looking at the man's size, it fit too perfectly.