Jack Slash Novels & Stories

He stood in the Krauser Kartel’s main operations hub, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the flickering tactical maps. "You’re staying?" Kenji Treslow had asked him earlier, surprised. Jax was a rising star in the Phoenix Mafia, Townsville’s elite. His place was at the spearhead of the Townsville liberation. "I can't go, Kenji," Jax had replied, his voice unusually soft. He looked toward the door where Jade had just left.

~Alaya Not only is the forest we walk into dark, but it's cold. Ice cold. Asher walks in front of me, no part of his gait suggesting he is worried about what he just did. He killed someone. No, he killed one of Sinful's workers.

“We have to go now. There’s no time to worry.” I nodded and grabbed my sack, which contained a blade, a few clothes, and my mother’s golden hairpin—the only precious thing I owned. She had given it to me before she died. Jina and I slipped out the back door. That’s when I heard a distant scream and realized the enemy had already arrived. My second eldest brother, Jacob, and his fiancée, Kate, were waiting with a horse. Unlike me, they didn’t need horses to travel quickly. I always envied that. Moments like this made me feel the sting of being born human while my brothers inherited our father’s werewolf blood.

A guy, clad in black paced back and forth, next to his very bored friend. " I don't understand! There wasn't supposed to be a mistake! I thought you asked your 'friend' to keep a party? Are you listening to me!!?" he said. His friend, who was staring at his perfectly buffed nails, rolled his eyes and said, " No, I'm not. Also, I did ask him to. It's not my fault you couldn't pick a lock! "

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

Jack was the anesthetic. Varkas had realized that the ninety percent were starting to rebel against the Refinery. They were getting too wild, too desperate. So, Varkas had brought the Sovereign back to the continent. He dressed Jack in white silk, crowned him in flowers, and let his beautiful, submissive magic wash over the city. Jack thought he was bringing peace to a utopia. In reality, he was greasing the wheels of a genocide, keeping the victims entirely docile as they were marched into the dark.

Jack swung his sword, a horizontal slash intended to decapitate. CLANG. His blade met resistance in mid-air—a transparent, glass-like dagger blocking his strike. Sparks flew, illuminating a sleek, faceless helmet for a split second before the figure vanished again. "Too slow," the voice mocked. A kick materialized out of nowhere, slamming into Jack's ribs. He flew backward, skidding across the wet pavement. He tasted blood. "Jack!" Finch fired three shots at the space where the kick came from. The bullets hit nothing but wet air.

Cyrus treated Linda's words like farts. Since he had nothing better to do, he decided to amuse himself by taunting the old woman. [Oh ho, @Linda, so capable, huh? If you've got so much skill, why not call Jack and Vincent to shovel the snow?] He named names openly in the group, showing zero regard for anyone's status. Jack Brogan, known as "The Jackhammer," was a notorious street thug. In Cyrus' past life, when the mob had broken into his home, Jack had led the charge with a mountain-splitting axe in hand.

Shrushaw took off her hood and greeted a young burly man who was shifting some heavy boxes. "Well, look who we have here. The former Oracle." He joked. "Hello, Jack," Shrushaw said. "What brings you here?" He asked while continuing to shift the boxes. "I need to smuggle out someone across the sea, " Shrushaw said crisply. Jack nearly laughed out loud. A sudden inspiration had just come to him." And know what my price will be," he said cryptically. "What?" Markesh asked, his eyes shining with curiosity. Jack chuckled. "Let me think about it first. Your promise of freedom and restoration of Shambhala hasn't worked out well so far."

"What is wrong with *me*? I was standing exactly where you told me to stand! Your rookie is the one who can't aim a shot!" "You didn't move, Liam!" Jaxson shouted, using his first name for the very first time. The sound of it sent a bizarre, electric shock straight down Liam’s spine. Jaxson took another step, his massive chest nearly pressing against Liam's knees as he loomed over him. "You saw that puck coming and you just froze like a deer in the headlights! Do you have any idea what an eighty-mile-an-hour piece of vulcanized rubber does to a face? You could have been blinded! You could have—"