Jack The Ripper Berserker Novels & Stories

It seemed to slow the Vampire down, but he wasn’t going to be defeated that easily. The waves crashed against them, occasionally forcing them beneath the surface of the salty water as they struggled, but the East River could claim neither of them, and as Aaron tightened his grip on the Vampire’s waist, he could feel his opponent’s strength begin to fade. This man had killed at least a dozen people, maybe more, over the last three years. He’d mutilated, slashed, dismembered, and decimated the bodies of each of his victims. They’d been too late to stop him from murdering the woman he’d disappeared with tonight, but Aaron was certain this particular Vampire would never have the opportunity to k

TWENTY-FIVE It wasn’t Liz on top of him anymore. Lightning recollection struck and burned: Jack, the man who tried to kill him, the man who wielded scissors, a feral opportunist with short-cropped hair and hatred in his heart. Crests of dead trees grew out of his back like angel wings. That hateful face perched at its center, eyes weeping blood. Lips parted to spit a severed centipede at Michael’s face. “Ever wondered what it’s like to be cut?” asked The Beast inside his attacker. No, not inside. This was Jack. Its voice undulated, hummed, the brushing of fly wings over rotting road kill.

“Okay. Let’s recap. We are in a basement that operates a brothel and is filled with vampires with no backups or security and the owner of this place is the one and only, legendary women serial killer that I happen to study in my literature class. Can this gets any better?” “It can when you see him yourself, child.” Ayara and Rosa screamed and they back away from the man standing near them. Painfully handsome and a tall man that happens to wear black Khakis, bare sculpted body covered in blood, and a long sharp fang on display. If it wasn’t for the blood, he would look like a circus ringleader and he would put Hugh Jackman to shame with his smirk. “See him as me, Jack but I go as Mr. Ripper t

The man lifted his leg to kick Felix's legs making him fall on the ground, he put down the gun and held his hands behind his back with a handcuff that was on his belt. "You are arrested for human trafficking and attempted rape, anything you should say is in front of the council." He spoke and pushed brutally his head to the ground, I heard the crack that he made, he crushed his skull, maybe. His foot was on his head and with another hand, he unlocked the handcuffs that were bothering me. "You are safe, baby." He breathed, now I know who is it. "Rhyker?" I called out hesitantly. The man faced me and pulled his cap off, I gathered my hands and cupped his cheek then pulled off the mask that was

They were tiptoeing when there was a sudden loud bang, like a sound of a drum or a gong. Aiko was quick to pull Kalli behind the bushes. Their eyes widened to see who are making the noises. Kalli bit the side of his fist to stop himself from making any noise while he also covered Aiko’s mouth as she was about to scream. The entities are roaming the street, they are wearing a white long tunic with hood over their heads but they do not have distinct features because their faces have melted. Behind them is a boar-like creature which is emitting a stinky smell. Aiko removed Kalli’s hand and pulled her shirt collar up to her face to smell the detergent she used on it just so she won't puke. They’

It was Friday, and I couldn't wait for a day off, even though I wasn't sure how I would be spending it. My mind always seemed to travel back to Ivan, the hunters, and inevitably, Balor. I buried myself in my work, trying to push the worry, guilt, and anger away. I was the least exciting person to be around, but it seemed like Piper was the only one who cared enough to try and bring me out of the slump I had found myself stuck in. "Three victims. All male, ages ranging from eighteen to twenty-five. Multiple gunshot wounds. Seems like another murder linked to this ongoing gang war between the Black Sea and Poison Snakes." I nodded my head, pursing my lips.

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

Kate cackles crazily before shaking her head. “You have no idea the deep shit we’re in don’t you? ” She scoffs while I glance around at every stomp that brings him closer. “There’s no cure, no normal. He’s a berserker. It’s in his blood, end of story, so either we find a way to save our sorry asses or we’re killed. End of story.” “But Jax-” Kate grips me by the front of my blouse pulling me upwards.

Dorek said. Preacher Jack stopped and looked at Bohdan and Cara. He was taken aback for a moment, as if he recognized Bohdan from somewhere. “Who are you?” Preacher Jack asked. “His name is Bohdan, Bohdan the Vampire Ripper.” Preacher Jack didn’t move for a moment, then he shook his head. “I’ve heard of a vampire ripper, I wasn’t impressed then, and I’m not impressed now. I think all vampires are evil scumbags to an extent, what makes him any different?”

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.