Jack The Ripper Black Clover Novels & Stories

**Chapter 5: Claimed in the Shadows** Jack Blackwood’s mouth was relentless, devouring hers with a hunger that stole what little breath Sora had left. His hand gripped her thick waist, fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh that Melvin had always mocked. Instead of pulling away in disgust, Jack groaned low in his throat, pulling her even closer until her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest.

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat. “Flynn, I want you to find any group that has the symbol of a black crow.” He immediately commanded the young man. Flynn took out his laptop and began tapping on the keyboard. His hands were moving so fast on the keyboard. Hyde was in deep thought when the ringing of his phone cut him off. He left the window and picked up the call. “Well hello there, I didn’t think you’re still alive.” A familiar deep gravelly voice stunned the young man. He was nailed to his position and his breathing started to become unsteady. He’s definitely sure it was the man who killed his parents.

“I’m certain my dad is proud of me, wherever he is.” “He sure is,” Mia said softly, clinking her glass against mine. “To you, Eve. And to taking back what’s yours.” We drank, the bubbles tickling my nose. Then the news anchor’s serious voice cut through the music. “Breaking update from Black Claws territory: authorities and pack enforcers are on high alert following confirmed sightings and attacks linked to the notorious rogue known as the Elder Ripper. After three years in exile, the killer responsible for the brutal murders of multiple pack elders has reportedly returned…”

he whispered in her ear. Clover arched her neck, only wanting to put her lips on his for a fleeting second. However, as soon as she kissed him, Jack immediately seized her head and pulled her in for a more passionate kiss. Their mouths entwined in a heated dance, tongues colliding with an intensity that left no room for escape. Pausing only to gasp for breath, Jack swiftly resumed the intimate exchange, creating a moment charged with desire. He crossed his legs with hers, rubbing his cock against her vagina. A suffocating torrent of helplessness once again swept through Clover. From the corners of her eyes, she could see clearly how Kyle was being brutally beaten as he struggled to break fre

He said through clenched teeth. Jack tried to sit down beside Leo on the couch and mistakenly stepped on the TV remote that was on the floor, and then the TV turned on. A reporter appeared on TV alongside a picture of Nora. “Information has just come in that Nora Clark, the famous forensic photographer, had been arrested in the Darkfire pack for murder, it is said that she killed her only sister. The people of the Stormchaser Pack are all still shocked at how their hero became a murderer.” The reporter said and continued. “Was she really a hero? Or was she in coh—” Jack quickly turned off the TV.

The bloody knife was lying nearby, having fulfilled its intended purpose and wanting to return to its former place among the wooden spoons. The figure in black descended over the dead man and pulled the letters by the corners, folded them carefully, putting them under the cloak. A heavy sigh broke the silence of the night. Standing over the body, he looked into the wide-open eyes of the dead man, the iris had lost its former brightness, the skin shone blue. “No one will see you anymore,” the killer whispered and grabbed the dead man by the wrist and pushed him into a potato sack, mixing the blood with dried peelings and earth.

The fringe guy complained. "Let-him-finish." I said warningly. "We were importing them from Mexico illegally and selling them illegally." "What about the first time you were caught?" I said moving closer to his lips, licking mine seductively. "How do you know all this?" He asked, agitated. "If you want that kiss handsome, you have to make this quick." I said, tightening my grip on his beautiful dress shirt collar. "Fine!" "Dude!" Dark skin complained. "S-some of our men killed police officers. To make it worse, they used stolen guns. We were caught, yes, but we threatened the police with pictures." He admitted.

Claire heard as she walked down the hallway, She smiled to herself as she turned back facing the blue-haired man with a blank star The man had sent his bodyguards to get the couple to the red room but this particular woman had caught his attention when she joined the couple, he couldn’t tell who she was because of her mask but he sensed she was new here. “Heading to the toilet,” Claire briefly replied as the man closed the distance between them extending his hand for a handshake, “Jack,” he introduced himself. “Joy,” Claire replied shaking his hand. “Should I be honored that you used your real name and not the other, Viper right?” Claire questioned. She had learned of his club name while goi

He shook the rain from his fabulous Silver coloured coat and turned back into Jack just as the hall door opened. "Bloody 'ell Jack, I don't need to see that first thing of an evening," said Clint. The vampire - housemate and friend to Jack - put his long white fingers over his eyes as Jack, still naked, was bending over to pick the blanket up from the floor. "'Ave you been to Granny Talbot's knittin' class," asked Clint with a grin. He looked at the blanket as Jack wrapped it around his waist, "Sorry, crochet class," Jack raised his brow, "I refuse to ask how you know that's crochet,"