The Vampire Jack Stone

London, 1888. The fog breathes, and the butcher walks. Before he was legend, before the name "Ripper" became ink and fear, he was simply Jack Stone—a surgeon with a scalpel in one hand and silence in his heart. Each cut is a prayer, each victim a confession. When London becomes too loud, he boards the SS Wyoming for America, leaving a trail of blood and myth in his wake. But across the Atlantic, the hunger only grows. In New York, the Hudson Court rules the night, a cabal of ancient vampires who see Jack not as one of their own—but as a threat. They offer him two paths: bow or burn. Jack refuses both. As he carves his way south through monsters, witches, bounty hunters, and ghosts, he meets Eirikr, a dying Norseman whose bloodline still hums with berserker fire. Their bond becomes something darker and more intimate—love born from hunger, sealed in eternity. In the jazz-soaked heart of New Orleans, where the music itself seems alive, Jack finds not peace but invitation—from a figure older than sin, known only as The Jazz Man. Now hunted by courts, haunted by gods, and courted by something even older than death, Jack Stone learns the truth: silence is never permanent. Because every monster has a song.