Novel & Cerita Jack The Ripper Berserker

The door was pushed open, and Bertha was standing there. "Jack..." I trailed off when he made no attempt to stop. His fingers circled on my clit. Bertha watched us with dark eyes, her hands clenching and twitching as she watched his fingers move in my pants. "She's watching us," I said, and he pressed me harder against the wall, his lips landing on the side of my neck. "Why should I stop what I've started?" he hummed, and I couldn't help it as my eyes rolled back, and I bit my lips.

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

The suffocating, half-century-old guilt surged to the surface, distorting into a feral, apocalyptic madness. Not again. By the ancients, NOT AGAIN. An ancient, Norse berserker roar ripped from Riheirk’s throat—a sound so dark, primordial, and terrifying it caused the very ground beneath his boots to shudder. He didn't draw his broadsword. He didn't use his daggers. Riheirk blurred across the ravine at a speed that defied the laws of physics, a streak of pure, unadulterated vengeance cutting through the night. He descended upon the Blood-born like a falling mountain.

He sent Jackson Emery to handle the cleanup. Jackson Emery had been our high school pack’s elite champion fighter. The elders used to call him 'The Behemoth' because of his monstrous physical strength, his thick muscular frame, his midnight-black fur, and those piercing sky-blue eyes. During our third winter, the pack trainers were already grooming his beast for the elite league scouts, hoping Jack would secure a high-ranking position within a major western territory. But a brutal knee-shattering blow during his final warrior trials demolished his career, forcing Jack to abandon his dreams and crawl back to finish his education at the local community outpost.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

“You think you can take me? I’m a fucking Alpha1 You’re just a Beta – second fucking best!” I get to my feet, wiping my jaw with the back of my hand. “Beta, maybe. But I’ve killed stronger wolves than you.” With a snarl, Darius lunges at me, but I’m ready. He’s fast, but I’ve been through more fights than he has, and I know how to read his movements. He aims for my throat, his claws outstretched, but I sidestep at the last second and slam my elbow into his ribs. The satisfying crack of bone echoes in the air.

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."

His fingers slid through and closed on something small and impossibly precious. Jo gasped—one bright, shocked sound. Blood bubbled at her lips. “JOANNE!” Gabe’s voice ripped. The creature tore its hand free. Jo folded as if someone had cut her strings and didn’t catch her, sliding red across the deck. Gabe’s world narrowed to a pinpoint. Training and terror braided into one motion. The Glock came up, front sight ate rear, and he pressed. Bang. Bang. Bang. The first round hit centre-mass. Tim’s face flickered back human in the shock. Gabe didn’t stop. He rode the recoil and emptied the mag, each shot a refusal, each shot a howl, each shot a wordless accusation at whatever had chosen them.

He spun on his heel in a roundhouse kick that slammed into my jaw with the force of a siege hammer, spattering thick saliva and blood across the black ash. A tense murmur rippled through the Northern spectators. I wiped my chin on the back of my forearm, baring my fangs in a savage grin. Pain did not deter me; it only fed the berserker tide burning through my veins like Greek fire. “Is that all your star‑pack teaches, pale dog?” I rumbled, voice rising from the depths of my chest. Varek howled in fury, shedding his aristocratic composure. His body cracked into a terrifying partial shift: jaw dislocating into a lupine muzzle of frost‑white fur, ears sharpening, and thick freezing mist billowi

From the fury that was now breaking out, Jack jumped up from his chair and, grabbing a lamp from the table, threw it against the wall with such force that it shattered into small pieces throughout the office. - You! - Partially transforming into the Beast, Jack growled sonorously. His eyes burned with red fire, his hands were clenched into fists with such force that blood dripped from them. The blood that came from the wounds from the claws that now dug into his palms. The chest rose and fell convulsively. - You're an idiot! Not only do you kill innocent girls, but when you found one of your victims, you managed to attract the attention of Black! And then, as I understand it, I was specifica