Jack The Ripper Berserker Novels & Stories

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?”

"Plus a garrison of Fenrir troops. And... something else. Large heat signatures. Maybe mechs. Or more of those Sweepers." Jack stood up. He swayed slightly, but the weakness was fading, replaced by the cold, dark energy of the serum. He felt the power in his new arm—it was heavy, dense, like holding a loaded gun. "He wants a coronation," Jack said quietly. He walked over to the weapon rack where Marcus had laid out their meager arsenal. He picked up a heavy, serrated combat knife. He tested the edge. "He thinks he’s the evolution," Jack said. "He thinks because he has no conscience, he has no weakness."

All I have is a second to think before I hear the laughter. “Ladies, you want to play doctor, with a doctor?” A male voice approaches before a face. Not just any face, but Gordon’s face, covered in red kiss marks. His shoulders are covered in tan feminine arms. I’m suddenly happy that I didn’t put down my gun. The only people that can save Gordon from death are the whores on his arm and Jack behind the door. Jack radiates so much heat that I know he’s powerful. If he wanted to, nothing would stop Jack from interfering. Though for some reason he doesn’t even move. Jack has something big going on, and my wolf blood was the only thing that linked me to him. He’s a werewolf and a dangerous one a

" You thought you could escape from me.... Heratte?" Sera's mind went blank and that's when she looks down to find the strange tattoos on Zander's chest shining. Stuttering... looking at him in disbelief, she asks. " Who...who are you...." Zander only growls, fanning his breath on her skin. Making her shiver. His next words made her entire body go numb. " Your death" . . . " The Death Wolf." And with this Zander's incisors extend to long canines. To only root right into Sera's neck and a scream leaves her lips as her blood trails down her neck.

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

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.

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.