Jack The Ripper Berserker Novels & Stories

He looked bored, picking at his fingernails as if he were waiting for a bus, not a death match. "That's him," Liam said, his jaw tightening. "Igor Stratovsky. The Butcher of Basilisk." "He looks... unpleasant," I whispered. "He's a psychopath," Jack corrected. "Careful, Luna. Don't make eye contact." "Is he strong?" I asked. "Stronger than Liam?" Jack hesitated. "I've never seen him fight. But rumor says he killed his own brother to take the Enforcer spot. He’s undefeated." Dante scoffed. "I bet I could kill him in under two minutes."

Bending as he pressed his back to the Hare's, Cook used Nickel's ears as leverage to throw the Hare over his head and into the nearest wall. Nickel was slow to rise, the wall was bloody when he pushed himself up from it. "So, you're a fucking tom. Shouldn't have revealed your hand." The Hare had a pulsing green gem in his paw now. "I'm good at killing toms." The green glow from the gem began to surround Cook. "I just took care of my dear Captain. I'm gonna make short work of you. Have you ever felt grief before? With this, I can multiply it. Or how about anger? Yes. How about I turn you into a berserker who kills indiscriminately and set you on those skin-sheaths you are trying to save?"

Why is his technique so destructive? The technique was nothing like the Raksasa Tribe’s techniques. Three years ago, a war broke out between The Nine Continent and the Raksasa Tribe. As a commander, Darryl had a good understanding of the Raksasa Tribe’s techniques. He saw that the internal energy Jack was displaying was totally different from the Raksasa Tribe’s techniques. It was powerful and sinister. Boom! In the next second, Jack pulled out the beheading saber and slashed the Heavenly Halberd. A loud noise was produced instantly from the impact and at the same time, a strong breath of aura permeated the surroundings.

he stammered, his voice trembling with fear. But Jack's rage was unrelenting, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he advanced on Derek, his every step echoing like thunder in the cramped confines of the room. "You didn't mean to?" he spat, his voice dripping with scorn. "You raped her, Derek. You violated her trust, her body, her very soul. And for what? To satisfy your own sick desires?" Sophia, Daniel, and the surrounding police officers moved quickly to intervene, their voices a chorus of urgent pleas for Jack to calm down. But Jack's fury was a raging inferno, consuming everything in its path.

"What?! How can Berserkers be in this place?" asked Tristan in a bit of a panic, knowing that there were Berserkers in a private place like this. Bersekers were wolves transformed by a witch's curse, and they tended to never transform into humans at certain times like other werewolves, but they were still able to maintain their rationality. They tended to hide in the middle of the forest, along with their pack, and had very little familiarity with humans. They almost never had any contact with humans unless a human intruded on their territory.

I snarled, tightening my fingers around his throat, but strangely, his lips peeled back in a grimace and his eyes rolled in his head as a sudden convulsion seized him. I threw him to the ground in front of me and watched as he began to foam at the mouth. “Fucking poison,” I sneered. “The cowards way out,” Jack agreed with a solemn nod, “Sorry it took so long to get here, we were on another job.” “You didn’t have to come,” I answered flatly, “I can handle this myself.” “Never said you couldn’t Ryan,” He smirked, “But just so you know, these rogues, they’re mercenaries, part of a special group actually.”

Ever since he entered this room that looked like a large meeting room, Aryadi could only pacing around restlessly. The door to the room suddenly opened and a burly man in a red coat entered. Linda recognizes him as Rokan Allegro, a vampire who leads the Indonesian Immortal Center or INDICENT as well as this headquarters. The man had a stern face with blue eyes and dark skin. Just like Elder Damar, he is also a Caucasoid of the Halmahera Tribe, which is mysterious in the eyes of humans. “Master.” Linda gritted her teeth as she moved a little closer. “Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!”

He fired a shot into the air which traveled into the berserker's throat. The berserker turned its attention to Lucian, his eyes glowing red with fury. The massive brute charged at the golden-haired man, his jaws snapping inches from the man's face. Lucian dodged with ease, slashing his sword down to sever the berserker's arm. Mason let out a howl of pain but didn't slow down, continuing to attack with reckless abandon. Distracted by Lucian he failed to notice the lycan beast which crept up behind him and plunged his fist with claws into the berserker's guts.

As the giant trunk started to go down, the berserker ape’s exhilaration was reaching its peak. Then it hits. The sound of wood splintering echoes in the woods. Then the berserker feels a tough object strike its chest. It backs away in pain unable to release it in the form of a roar. It vomits blood. It was hit by something. Opening its eyes, the berserker sees the Draco’s claw clenched into a fist. How did it know to do that? It simply copied the berserker’s attack except that it was supported by a far more powerful force.

Male and female in red and purple, respectively. "Crimson and Violet, " she muttered. The two speedsters who worked with her to get out of the Speedrealm back when Nick was trapped in the realm and teamed up to take down the aliens during the invasion of 2010—the Berserker Apocalypse—as it is properly remembered. "Apparently, these two have been in New York for more than three years now," said Carter. "The last I saw them was after the apocalypse when the Spectre called them back into the Speedrealm," Carol added in a confused tone, "what the hell is the Speedrealm upto?"