Novel & Cerita Jack The Ripper Berserker

His moves were absolutely effortless,in thirty seconds he had the next twenty lifeless headless bodies on his feet as he waited for the next batch. I have never seen so many dead bodies in one spot before and Jake was just piling them up.Blood stained his body like red paint,a warriors paint. Even his face was unrecognizable as his victim's blood stained it. He sliced his next victims using his sharp nails-a gift from his hybrid wolf.He was so fast they didn't even see it coming. "Oh my God, somebody needs to stop him" Fatima said in shock "Only their leader can stop this,"Sophie said almost silently as she stood by my side but I heard her and she was right. Only Marcus could stop this night

The blood drained from my face. My heart tightening, making it impossible to breathe… He had slept with half of London, orgies, foursomes, threesomes…he was an alcoholic…reformed at least, a crackhead. Now…a murderer? Jack was a damn killer? I’d been fucking a murderer? All this while? BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!!

"Berserker needs to eat." Knowing I should just leave it alone, I asked the question. "Berserker?" Asher gave me a toothy smile. "My bear: Berserker. Your tiger is Junior. Taryk's panther is Smoke. Atlas' wolf is Mr. Hyde. Ransom is Tonto. And Saint is Ten." He made a face at the last man. "You took all my fun by already having a name for your inner beast." "Thank Gaia for that," Saint said.

Dimitri muttered as he yawned, while some of the werewolves glared at him, chemical junkies, is a forbidden word for the berserker in the werewolf kind. Gale took a sigh, although he hated it when Dimitri was mocking the berserker, he knew that it was very much the truth about the berserker. A mutant that comes from an unnatural selection by drugs, makes them perfect soldiers but also curses the user of the drug to be dependent on the substance.

The latter was just that strong. “I will have to go all out from the beginning,” Jack told himself silently as he pulled out his Weapon Deck. The spear that had been used in his previous clashes shimmered dully in the darkness, attracting the attention of the one called Muscles. “So you are an important beastman huh,” Muscles stated as he patted the dust off his arms.

General Abtez was lucky because as one of the Berserker generals, he was popular with women, and he didn't risk losing his immortality if he had sex with someone. Berserkers were sexual beings and loved the challenge of convincing a virgin to bed them. They were the strongest warriors in Odin's army; they wore the furs of wolves and bears and when they went berserk, their muscles would grow and they would become bigger and ten times stronger, with claws shooting from their fingers and fangs protruding from their mouths, taking on animalistic qualities. Their eyes would glow an ice blue, which gave them the ability to see in the dark. Some of the stronger Berserkers could even shape-shift int

I wait for him to get close enough and I sharply move to the left of him hitting him hard enough that he flips over landing on his back, I quickly jump on top of him and take his right front paw in my mouth I bite down and tear it off I then move on to his left paw and do the same again, he lifts his head up to the sky as he's howling in pain and I use the opportunity to grab his throat in between my teeth and I bite down hard. He tries to fight me but I'm stronger than him and I bite down harder and start to roughly shake him, then I pull my teeth back and Rip out his throat, his body Instantly goes lifeless and I bite down hard on the right side of his neck and tug hard enough so that his

His observation skills were the best, and Zen wanted him to be part of the reconnaissance team. Rank #75 and #76 were a couple. Zen didn’t know this information beforehand, but he witnessed them working together as a pair during the first battle royale. The boy looked very different from what Zen remembered him to be. Back then, he appeared wilder with veins popping out everywhere. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a serial murderer, tearing trees down with his bare hands and breaking rocks with his kick. “They call me “Controlled Berserker” because of my ability to remove physical and mental limitations when I’m under the influence of rage. My trigger and controller is Jessica her

His fur was much shaggier. "What the f*** is that?" "That is Jax's berserker form and everything we know just got f***ed"

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”