Jack The Ripper Berserker Novels & Stories

“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.

Few of them had a huge crush on Esha – her dimpled cheek, lean figure and glistening eyes warranted nothing less. At a distance, tyres screeched loudly, and the spectators in the badminton court evaporated before Rishabh’s eyes. There was a loud crunch of gravel as a figure rushed towards the entrance door. It was Inspector Rashid, the highest-ranking police officer in Palampur. He was a small man with a broad chest and muscular arms. The full-rimmed black spectacles on his round face added a degree of suaveness to his personality. He was in his early fifties and inclined to be lazy, but like all lazy people who excel in coming up with cunning shortcuts, the inspector too was intelligent. Hi

He didn't know what to say, angry and had no time to think about what came out of his lips. But at the same time he meant every word he said, ready to kill Jon and Mira now! "You damned one, kill your best friend, she's the one who made a deal against you." John wanted to distract him zen? His eyes shook with clear refraction and Brene, who shrieked in fear as Jon shoved him forcefully away from him , " Run n, Jack start attacking!" He ordered through the League, taking advantage of the presence of the Vampire Chief here, and helping Lucas imprison them, meaning they have no leader! While he has his father, his beta and Aaron

"Drop him, you piece of sh*t. Now." Joshua’s voice didn't shake. It was a flat, metallic rasp that cut through the wet sounds of the swamp. He stood ten feet away from the massive, grey-furred Berserker. The rogue was a nightmare of matted fur and scars, his claws buried deep in the meat of Richard’s throat. Richard was pinned against a rotted cedar stump, his heels digging uselessly into the mud. He couldn't shift. The silver-laced saliva from the rogue’s bite had locked his joints, leaving him a gasping, human target.

“Did you feel that?” Before Lyra could answer, the wall behind them groaned — and shattered. A monstrous wolf exploded through the stone. But it wasn't a regular wolf. It was a thing. Twice the size of any werewolf. Eyes glowing red. Mouth dripping black ichor. Chains dragged behind it, melted into its flesh. Nyra screamed. Riven sprang up, blades drawn. “*What the hell is that?*” Lyra shouted. “A berserker,” Riven snarled. “Celeste’s pet.”

I single-handedly ruined his name, his legacy, and his entire company without a second thought. He glared at me with eyes filled with rage as if he wanted to tear me apart. But I met his gaze unflinchingly. And then, the judge's gavel struck. And the look on Stuart's face finally changed.

she says, before moving on. “Hi, I’m Savannah. Did I hear you say you’re name is Siren?” another woman says, walking up to me. “Yes.” I stand while she washes the gash in my hip and then the one in my side. “What’s your wolf’s name?” “Nadia.” “Nadia, why don’t you focus on the side wound and let me stitch the hip wound.” “Okay, Dr. Savannah.” She’s just finished stitching me up when the next team comes rushing in. Sanatrix is focusing on Hacker, whose wolf is struggling to heal his shoulder completely. However, she stops, going to Hijack who is unconscious.

Instead, the force of the impact rebounded, sending the massive gray wolf flying backward off the cliff edge, his screams echoing down into the rocky abyss. ​"Hold the line, Jaxon!" Lysander shouted, his dark blade a blur of motion as he and Kaelor engaged the remaining mercenaries on the narrow trail. ​Kaelor’s crimson fire tore through the ranks of the attackers while Lysander’s black frost immobilized their limbs... their combined fighting style a devastating, beautiful display of absolute synchronization. ​But one of the berserker mercenaries, his eyes completely blind with rage bypassed the fight by scaling the vertical ice wall. He dropped down directly behind Seraphina, his long, jagg

Without hesitation, Drake drew back and punched the man as hard as he could in his gut, making him gasp and gag. "That's for his wife." He then punched him in the kidneys. "That's for extorting Speed." He undid the man's belt and pulled his underwear and pants down and off in one clean motion. He then pulled out the large hunting knife that was always in one of his boots. When he raised up and gently waved the knife in the man's face, he saw fear for the first time.

She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit. "Oh." Then it clicked cause her eyes lit up. "Wait, that guy who's into the fucked-up minds of serial killers, like you?" She said it like it was a hobby, like collecting stamps or something, not delving into the twisted minds of psychos. This guy had claimed all the theories about serial killers, like Bundy and the like, were bullshit. No connection between the evil they did and their grey matter. Just monsters who got off on hurting others, nothing more, nothing less. Sounded like an arrogant prick, but I'd let him keep thinking whatever he wanted. He didn't know shit about my world, about why I really left Russia. A secret I kept cl