Jack The Ripper Novels & Stories

Anger was clear on his expression but there was hopelessness present too. “The Ripper. They’re meeting Jack. We need to go now.” … “May I offer you anything to drink, milady?” Jack asked the girls as they sat on the red couch in his office. More like a living room with a mini bar on the side, huge velvet red sofa, and a table for his work matters. Rosa shook her head and just stare at the legendary serial killer that once terrorize London. Thank God she was no prostitute.

She knew Aaron had some stories, but she had not heard this one before, and he’d only mentioned Jack the Ripper in passing. “Yes. It’s a long story, but I was stationed there, and he was there gathering intel for your grandfather. The Japanese were not the only ones after the sailors that day.” “Of course not,” Cadence replied, shaking her head. “Why does it seem like all of these horrible events in history are Vampire related?”

“Really.” Billy stared at the man for a long moment. The snowflakes melted instantly as they came into contact with his large, bald head and he stared out at the snow-covered buildings around him. “Glass,” Billy finally said. “What happened back there? With Jack. What the hell was that all about?” Glass glanced at him briefly, but returned his attention to the falling snow and spoke. “Two nights ago, Jack Writeman, his father Frank, and Dr. Harold Robinson left a trail of dead vampires across the streets of Manhattan and into Central Park. hundreds were killed.”

Jack said as he put his hands in his pockets and waited for them to come to a decision. Ryan felt like killing himself for being so helpless, he'd have never imagined that there would be a day when his dignity would be trampled by someone so badly. Jack was a psychopath, so it was of no use to get involved in a fight with him because he had already lost everything, so he was not afraid of dying.

“For months now.“ “Why not leave the authorities to do their jobs?“ Jack asked, being all shady. “Reasons I wouldn't tell a stranger who paid for my drink he spilt.“ “Don't worry if you are concerned about revealing too much to the wrong person; I know a criminal when I see one, and I am not much of a proper human,“ Jack admitted. Fred eyed him in scrutiny before wetting his dried throat with his burning whisky. “What business do you share with her?“ Fred asked. Jack sat upright, his chest still sore, but he tried not to aggravate it. “I am in the Mafia,“ he washed out the nice expression on his face. Fred smirked, “And this lady is an acquaintance of the best man in our Mafia. He is quite k

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?”

Olivia raised her hands in surrender. "Alright, chill. I was just asking. I don't want you to break down from holding it in too much." Olivia stuck out her tongue. She looked at the string of prayer beads Jack had been wearing for years around his wrist. Jack was quite a devout man in some ways. He didn't seem to have any desires or pursuits. But when he murdered people, his decisive strength made him look like another person. Jack had taught Olivia a lot of ways to inflict quick death on people.

My heartbeat increased, and I was beginning to fear we would have a blood bath at the wedding if things weren't controlled. I asked Ray who the fellow was and why everyone was on edge in his presence. "We know him in the mafia world as the Ripper, but his real name is Francesco Ricci," Ray said to me. I was still searching his face for more answers, but he wasn't forthcoming with them. I turned back to watch the fellow "Like the reaper, who claims the dead souls." "Like he rips his enemies apart, dissecting them into tiny pieces." "Ewwh, he must be a sick fuck," I whispered to myself.

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

Sir, I am enclosing half a kidney that I took from a woman and that I have kept for you, the other part I fried and ate, it was very tasty. I can send you the bloody knife with which it was extracted, if you wait a bit. " - Jack the Ripper