Stalking Jack The Ripper Book Novels & Stories

The sun had gone down when Saffy drove towards Jack's house, and she was interested to see inside the beautiful home. She hadn't thought about Jack for a few days, she had been so busy getting to know her Granny and practising her spells, but she had looked on the bookshelves and found an old book concerning werewolves. It was a bit odd to read as the words kept disappearing, but Granny said to tell the book off - which Saffy thought would be neither use nor ornament, but then her world had turned into entirely crazy, so reprimanding a book seemed neither here nor there.

I could feel my heart beating faster by the second. Is this the ripper again? What the hell does he want from me? I've not even being in town for years, I can barely identify as a member of the freaking pack! I started walking faster, increasing my pace as fast as I could but whoever the stalker was, was obviously faster than I was because before I could take my decision of taking to my heels, I felt him grab my hair and then hit my head hard against the wall. The last thing I saw before I passed out into unconsciousness was the fangs and the unique tattoo of a snake on his arm.

His head was buried in a thick novel, but at her sight, he instantly hid the novel behind—a novel an 11-year-old boy shouldn't be reading. It was r rated, not because it was erotica or anything. But because it was a disturbing psychopath thriller book with torture and the deaths of people written in detail. It revolves around a psychopath who derives pleasure from torturing his fellow humans’ beings. He killed for fun on days he was tired, raped both women and men on days he felt sexually excited, and kidnapped human beings then cut their bodies piece by piece until they bled to death. Recording all his evil deeds and posting them for the whole world to see. But don’t worry, there was a hero

“This kid, “ I laughed and shook my head. I didn’t think anything further about what had happened just now and proceeded to do my business, under the protection of my uniform. I thought nothing of the kid until only a few days later when that child appeared again. And again- he was stealing. At that time I couldn’t have known this would be a kid I saw growing up in front of me, a street cat that is now like a son to me. A thief who turned into the future head of one of the biggest political (and criminal) empires, and a belonging to its King - Killian. **** Mike got back to his place, still feeling Killian’s scent. Someone had been there, following them at some point on, which meant- after a

Lila felt her bones rattle as Mirabella’s blood curdling scream slowly faded along with her life force. Tossing the dead woman onto the floor at Lila’s feet, Samuel grabbed the terrified woman’s upper arm. His vice grip felt as if it would crush her bones as he yanked her from the chair before tossing her onto the floor. The dead woman’s lifeless eyes stared at her from a few inches away. Screaming, she rolled onto her stomach and did her best to crawl away, but to no avail. With swift and powerful movements, he viciously ripped her clothes from her body. She did her best to fight him off, but it was useless.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.