Jack The Ripper Berserker Novels & Stories

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.

His tone was stark, leaving no room for optimism. His voice was grim as he continued, “Bob said the man was brutally murdered, Aaron. His joints were dislocated, his neck ferociously torn out, his blood splattered everywhere. Only berserkers attack like that, and Bob said he's never seen anything like that, meaning it's not a regular wolf attack.” “And how do you know Kimberly turned into a berserker wolf, Clark!?” Aaron interjected, his tone grave with a mixture of skepticism.

Jessica asked, becoming impatient that Jack was so secretive about someone who allegedly was going to help her save the world, or something. Jack’s jaw tightened as he heard her question, but he was quick to answer. “Lucas Black. Alpha of the Bloodlust Pack” The Bloodlust Pack. That name stirred something deep down in Jessica’s memory of a tall, slender boy with silver-grey eyes and hair to match the colour. He had watched her once during a training session, but he said nothing. He just stared at Jessica as though she were invisible, like he could see right through the she-wolf. It wasn’t long until Jack and Jessica broke through the trees and into a clearing between them. The moonlight illu

"Listen, I get you're trying to protect Jax-" I place my hand up, moving to dissuade him. "Really, it's not." I respond adding a small smile. "Moi, this is serious." Rider folds his hands across his chest, black as tar eyes gazing back at me. "A berserker is dangerous, there's no telling what will happen next with them or what they won't do. IfJax is in that state, it's dangerous, even more so for you. He's an Alpha, Moi. Even though he doesn't have a pack protecting right now."

Baruz drew attention to the strange blurred look of the bloodsuckers. The vampires hissed as they approached. A large werewolf, without saying a word, jumped on them, striking the nearest one with a clawed paw, the vampire deftly dodged, the blow went to the second. The vampire collapsed. Blood dripped from the lacerations on his chest. The vampires pounced on Berhes, next to Baruz fought with two others. Berges' eyes filled with rage, he roared, filled with battle frenzy. When he came to, everything was already over, the mutilated bodies of vampires lay around. Blood from a laceration falls from Berhes's shoulders. Long red stripes run along the chest, wetting the coat with brown blood. Bar

My claws slash through empty air and he counters with a brutal kick to my ribs. I barely register the pain as rage floods my veins. He laughs, dark with a hint of amusement. “Is that all you’ve got, Drogo? You’re the rogue Alpha. Don’t disappoint me.” I lunge again, this time shifting mid-air into my full form. My massive black wolf crashes into him, jaws of fangs aiming to snap his neck off. But Jack shifts too. Faster than I expected. A dark grey wolf with those molten eyes of fire that signal just how crazily strong he is.

Every time the crowd roared, his shoulders jerked—a systemic startle response he couldn't suppress. "They want his head," Viggo rumbled beside me. The Berserker’s jaw was clenched so hard the tendons in his neck corded. He leaned his weight on his hammer, his muscles locked in a high-tension state. His scent was a thick, aggressive musk that made my own nostrils flare. "If we give it to them, they will cheer. If we don't... they might riot."

said Jack. “Good idea Jack” I said, stroking her. Jack giggles, Kronika was amazed to what she just saw “a servant based from infamous serial killer from Britain that brutally murdered five innocent women and Scotland Yard had failed to catch him. This version of Jack is the collective conscious of children that didn’t have the chance to be born” said Cetrion. “That’s Jack for you in the world of Fate/Grand Order.” I said, seeing Jack riding on my back.

I typed 'Berserker' and a lot of meanings appeared but there is one thing that caught my attention. Although similar groups have been found around the world, berserker generally refers to the small class of Nordic peoples who could be found preforming inhuman feats on the battlefield. When in combat a berserker would fight nude and/or completely unarmored, sometimes taking the skins of bears, wolves or other beasts to heighten his appearance. Uncontrollable rage is the signature of the berserker. To enter this rage many would have pre-battle ceremonies in which they would consume alcohol, and work themselves up into a violent, bloodlusting mood through dance and similar actions, and then oft