Jack The Ripper Fate Go Novels & Stories

"Lucas, I'm sorry to broach such a grim subject over dinner, and Alison, forgive me for raising this amidst such a wonderful meal, but it's clear there’s something serious we need to address. Could you walk us through what’s going on?" Alpha Lucas takes another helping of lasagne, his movements slow, the weight of his next words seeming to anchor him more heavily against the backdrop of the tranquil evening. "It’s been an incredibly tough couple of days," he begins, his voice deep and resonant in the quiet of the night. "Zahra Larkin, the daughter of my Beta, was viciously whipped and beaten last night." He pauses, his gaze sweeping the table, meeting the eyes of each person as if bracing hi

I could hear Raven laugh but her laughter immediately seized when Andy pulled out my heart. “The fuck”!! That was the last thing I heard before I passed out. And that was it… my first crush was finally. over

He picked up after the second ring. “Margarette,” he greeted, his voice as steady as ever. “What’s going on? Did Jacob find something?” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what I needed to say. “Justin’s dead, Jack. There’s no doubt about it anymore. Jacob found proof that his body was recovered by the Montefalcos. He’s been dead for months.” Jack was silent for a moment, clearly processing the news. “I see,” he finally said. “That should give you some peace, right?”

“When he was pronounced dead, his finger tips were black and his tongue was shrunken.” Rio smiles. “It’s Adax. It’s a lethal drug, found only on the black market.” Rio says. “I am sorry to be the one to say this, but Jack was definitely murdered.” Even though I expected, I couldn’t control the chills that runs through my body as I grip my dad’s arm for strength. Someone killed Jack. “You don’t seem shocked, Mr. Park.” Rio notices. “You expected it to be murder?”

His Majesty had dismissed Jack, calling him a slanderer, as the attacker was the queen’s relative, even if a distant one. Jack had gone on a drinking spree, getting hammered for a week, then left the capital, empty-handed. He had planned on killing the neighbor and hadn’t cared a bit about what would happen to him next. He never made it home. He had stumbled upon a bandit gang, and the rest was history.

I replied eagerly. "Oh, and one more thing, Vans, have you ever seen this?" The guild master handed me an old poster from his drawer. It was a missing person poster with a massive reward for finding the person, dead or alive. The reward was ten million crypto coins—a truly fantastic reward. I knew who was in the poster, but it was better not to discuss it. "No, guild master, I've never seen it. But that's a huge reward, isn't it? Especially considering it's the same whether the person is alive or dead," I commented.

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

“No one wants to be out. Not even the undead.” Aaron nodded in agreement, though it wasn’t the weather that had him convinced they were on yet another futile mission—it was the lack of any sort of trail to begin with. The Ripper—Jack, as the newspapers had taken to calling him after a letter bearing the entire pseudonym had allegedly shown up—was taunting them, as he had been since they first heard of him last September. Now, four months later, they had at least four new bodies to attribute to him, possibly more. Without more evidence or someone willing to talk, they had little to go on. Even manning the stations Ward had assigned to them did little to produce the results they desperately ne

“Deal. Send your account information to this contact, and you’ll have the money within the hour.” Once our call is over, I pull up the number of a drunk biker from a bar last night. He’d told me his gang takes bribes to complete various tasks, so I dial the number he gave her. “Ripper.” “Ripper, this is Jack from the bar last night,” I tell him. “The suit?” “Yes. I have a job for you and your friends. I’d like you to terrorize my wife.” “How much are you offering?” He asks.

“Wait… you don’t think…” Suddenly, Odo, Idris, ReNew, and Destiny appeared, all pulled into the illusion. “This nightmare has a six-foot-tall lunatic with a machete!” Charlene cried out from somewhere in the distance. “He’s killing people at this very lake!” “If you die here, you can die in real life, right?” Odo asked, growing pale. “We’re not people,” Idris said. “We’re Fates.” “Do you really think that matters?” ReNew snapped. “He’s not going to ask if we’re human or Fate before he chops us up.”