Jack The Ripper Berserker Novels & Stories

My breath got stuck in my throat when he got in beside me. His jaw was set. Lips set into a grim line. And his eyes? They rivalled the worst thunderstorms. I had to be in a car with him for lord knows how long. I didn’t want to be there. Another man I have only seen from afar got into the front seat. He didn’t turn around to face us but when they started talking, I realised who he was, The Wolf Slayer’s Beta. I didn’t know how name either just that he was as horrible as his alpha. Also a pureblood lycan that had way too much power.

Rippling black fur coats thick muscle, his shoulders rising and falling with every breath. He doesn’t look at me. He keeps his gaze locked forward as low growls vibrates from deep in his chest. When the Berserker lunges, Cain meets him in mid-air. His jaws snap around the Berserker’s throat and I hear the sickening crunch of bone. In retaliation, the beast’s horns lash out. I watch in horror as one gashes Cain’s shoulder, while the other spears his side. Snapping out of it, I reach for my Berettas, but stop when pain suddenly tears through my back. My body lurches sideways, a sharp gasp ripping from my throat as my knees buckle.

Christopher Jamieson was a god among men for playing Time at 5:30 am! He was pounding on the treadmill but this time he wasn't wearing his hoodie, just a t-shirt and sweat pants. She caught her breath and her steps faltered. She had never in her life seen such a specimen of a man. His body was sheer perfection! His back formed the most perfect V down to a narrow waist and a round butt that begged to be pinched. His arms were wire tight with ropes of muscles. His short-sleeved shirt allowed her to see that Christopher Jamieson was a ginger! He was covered in freckles…tons and tons of brown freckles over his pale skin.

Laying on his side against me, his head propped on one hand, Jack strokes Thomas’ back with the other where our infant son nurses on the breast between us. “Is there some kind of rush?” I focus on his handsome features—the bright blue eyes, elegant, straight nose and gorgeous mouth that can turn my body to mush in an instant. “It’s not like you’d ever let me join your security team.” “You’re right. I wouldn’t. I know what kind of whore-dogs they are. I used to be one of them.” He grins, and it’s so beautiful. At some point not long after Anna and I found Jack and became his mates, Darby told us that weres are the most spectacular looking of all the supernatural species—I believe it completel

"That's right, Mr. Fuller. Your nephew is really unlucky to be involved with such scum. Being cheated on like that is just heartbreaking." I froze for a second before I finally connected the dots. These idiots still refused to believe that the "nephew" Uncle Eric was talking about… was me. Nyla even doubled down, barking at the security guards. "Why are you still standing there like idiots? The investor is here! Drag this troublemaking lunatic out right away!" The guards looked at each other, then at Uncle Eric, then finally at me. No one dared move. Uncle Eric exploded with rage. He roughly shook off Nyla's hand and snapped coldly, "Get lost."

I roared, black claws slashing Marc’s chest as blood sprayed, hot and bitter. He twisted free, laughing. I lunged at Amanda and sank my teeth into her flank, marking her right there in the chaos, claiming her. Her wolf rumbled with a low growl, fierce and she didn’t pull away, her heat flooding me. “Mine,” I whispered, tasting her blood, licking her wound. Berlin erupted in flames licked the Gate’s base, shops blazed along Unter den Linden. I tore a vamp’s throat out, black fur slick with blood. Tomas yelped as Jake’s claws ripped his dark gray side with blood pooling.

"We are gonna show them that we hit where it hurts the most." "And what if they catch her?" Asked Jack. A young quite slender guy who had a scar on his right cheeck. He was an ex millitia and later own became a free lance mercenary. Some time back like three years ago he was bieng hunted by money laundering cartels after blackmailing them. He managed to kill three quarter of the team that was sent after him thus proving excellent survival capabilities. "Thats what we actually want. With that they will waste their time on a wild goose chase while we get more time to do our work. Simple as it gets", came Lucas's reply with a grin on his face.

Once in a while he would turn and make sure his mate was not endangered. Jack was the most shocking. Always known for his playfulness, it came as an surprise to see him unleash his fury on the black wolves. The pain of losing his fellow lycans and Serena's suffering added to his rage and he roared as he slashed his claws into the beast. One tried to bite into his shoulder but he was quick enough and he ripped its head off its body. Black blood stained the entire ground and the dust of the creatures floated in the air. Kendrick didn't bother fighting against the black wolves. To him, they were meaningless. His burning eyes were fixated on Andromeda and he was ready to send her back to the und

The dreamscape was nothing like the dark, smoke-laced visions that usually plagued Steve when the Berserker tried to take over. This one was clearer, brighter. The air buzzed with electricity. And standing in the middle of the field of bone-white grass, was him. The Berserker. Not in the monstrous form it usually took—this one looked almost like Steve. Taller, broader, with burning gold eyes and a beast-like sneer carved into his mouth. Its muscles rippled under tight black skin, its long claws glinted under the dream sun.

“The Death Inquisitor really shouldn’t have left them a shortcut! These animals don’t deserve to live!” “F*ck them! We can’t let them leave alive!” “Don’t worry! Even if there is a shortcut, it’s not something stupid pigs like them can find!” In the darkness, the corners of Jack’s mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold and cruel smile. At this moment, he looked very terrifying. His large mouth opened naturally, and his two rows of teeth that were as sharp as sawteeth emitted an extremely terrifying aura. Jack used a Nightmare Butcher’s Skin card.