Battlefield 4 Recker Novels & Stories

Then, after a long, tense moment, he nods. Ryker swallows, schooling his features into a mask of indifference. “So be it,” he says. But his voice isn’t confident anymore. A gong sounds, signaling the beginning of the battle. I step onto the battlefield, the crimson light of the blood moon bathing me in its glow. I will end this. Not just for myself. But for every omega, every forgotten soul who was told they were too weak to fight back.

Jarek and the Frostpeak warriors erupted from beneath the canvas tarps with heavy grunts of relief, stretching their massive limbs in the cavernous room. "By the gods," Jarek muttered, shaking out his white bear pelt. "I thought my knees were going to fuse together under those cured skins. Smells like dead fish and perfume out there." "It smells like wealth," Reka corrected, slipping down from the rear wagon with her short bows unstrung in her hands. "Which means it is ripe for the taking."

Rain, pine, the absence of corrupted magic. I reach for the handle. "Going somewhere, Kaleb?" The voice is deep, amused, and comes from the shadows near the walk-in freezer. I spin, shoving Charlie behind me. Ryker steps out. He isn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white shirt is rolled up to the elbows, revealing forearms thick with muscle and scarred from a lifetime of violence. He’s holding a cleaver. A heavy, stained thing he must have pulled from a butcher’s block.

battles, a rule meant to preserve his strength for larger wars. But Ryker didn’t have such restrictions. He led from the front, his fury driving him to dismantle Elizabeth’s network piece by piece. I heard whispers from pack members who had seen him in action. They spoke of his savagery, his refusal to back down even when faced with overwhelming odds. He fought like a wolf possessed, his rejection of me and our bond seemingly forgotten in the face of his singular goal: vengeance. Adrian’s warriors had joined Ryker’s forces, lending their strength to ensure victory. Together, they crushed the enemy's faction, leaving no survivors among the rogues and traitors who had dared to attack Adrian’s

“Veer south!’ Reece commands them, letting me in on the mind-link so I’m aware of his tactic. I can see the difference in the troops immediately as they straighten up, move in perfect synchronization, and seem to get a second wind. The Alpha voice is strong, especially in battle, which is why so many plans fall apart when an Alpha is killed or leaves the battlefield. The rest of the troops lose a part of themselves. I look to my left and see that Cora, the warrior from Eli’s pack, is still keeping pace with me. Good. I need to keep an eye on her. Reece breaks off to join the troops he’s commanding, and Trevor moves up into his spot beside me.

Reaper The sound of a fist crunching against bone echoed in the storage room, a gross, wet thump against the bare concrete walls. “Please… Reaper… I.. I swear, I didn't know it…” I didn't respond. Instead, I adjusted the big silver ring I always wore on my right hand and swung again, hitting Ricky hard. He was just some low-level guy who ran drugs for us and he had been stealing a bit regularly from the fentanyl shipments. He dropped to the floor, spitting out blood onto the stained floor.

My warriors come first. Ricky is the worst. He is bleeding heavily from a gash going from the side of his head down to his shoulder blade. I tell him through our link to hold on as we start to slowly drag him off of the battlefield. He is howling in pain from the movement. I link to all of my warriors I tell anyone who is able to follow them. I want to know who the hell we are dealing with now.

Large pieces of flesh look torn and burnt. This is Ryker’s work, his hammer, accompanied by his explosive abilities does a number on large creatures like these. The dust settles around the rest of the area and I see four more hydra creatures lying dead on the ground. I hear the agonising screams of men behind us. Looking back I see a large number of Ryker’s men being dragged away from the battle by recruits. The men are badly injured, covered in burns and some have lost limbs. I am surprised at the efficiency of the recruits. One drags while three others protect them in a half circle formation, facing the battle, until they have been taken into the tree line. Once safe they run back into the

Ryker was done waiting for scraps of permission. This war was his now. And if Thorne wanted a front-row seat? Fine. Let the bastard watch. Let him see how a real Ford finished what their father started. Ryker flipped a switch. The transmitter pulsed once, then went dark—buried again. He would let it activate only once they got close. Let Hale think he’d won. Let Cali believe she was safe. And when they relaxed? When they let their guard drop for a second? He’d rip everything away.

I was beaten down, exhausted, and I really wanted to just be there for the kid. "Yeah, I guess. My name is Dexter. Do you want to play army?" He asked handing me a plane while he had a tank. "Yeah, actually I would love too. My name is Ryker." "That's not your name, but I'll call you that if you want. Come on soldier get that bomb in the air and to the enemy territory, pronto." Dexter went straight into play which made me actually laugh. This boy was definitely something special.