Berserk Omnibus Romane & Geschichten

Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams. “Hey, I found this outside,” I said to the lady at the front desk. “Would you make sure it gets back to the owner, please?” I had to hurry this the hell up. My wolf clawed at my insides to find the omega and claim her as ours. My whole world narrowed down to getting to the omega before some other alpha beat me to it. “Of course.” She gave me a bright smile, fluffing up her brown hair. “Thanks.”

Belinda turned to walk away without a glance back. The crowd parted ways for her, like she was Moses crossing the Red Sea. Some pitied her, others just found this entire situation hilarious, but all were in awe of her. Derek felt it then—the overwhelming pain in the chest associated with mate rejection. He staggered back as his strength was rapidly sucked from him. His injured wolf rose to the surface, his eyes glowing blue and his fingers and teeth transforming into claws and fangs. "What are you doing just standing there? Help your Beta!" Georgina screamed at the Chicago Pack Gammas who did nothing but watch.

Blake pushed the door open, and the smell hit first—beer, smoke, leather, sweat. The room inside was alive, buzzing with energy that bordered on chaos. Men in leather vests leaned against the bar, tattoos crawling up their arms. Laughter spilled loud and raw. Women draped themselves over laps, swaying to music that rattled the floor. Eyes turned when Blake stepped inside. Conversations faltered. A hush rippled through the room like a shift in the air. Then the voices picked up again, but I could feel the weight of their stares. My skin burned under them.

He was always angry “Well, the reverse is the case now, our saviour is here, and there is nothing you or anyone can do about it, and about the killing, i’ll start from you” And with that, she threw sharp small knives at him, they were gold and each held powers, not giving him a chance as he didn’t see them coming, blood splashed all over the place as he kept coughing… “You will not go away with this” Hayclus let out with the last breathe he held as his hands became stiff and his breathing stopped

That's the only reason why our numbers dwindled. "However, as long as there is still one descendant of the Hartman family, they will never bow down or grovel at the feet of you filthy, despicable people!" Brian's expression turned grim as he gestured for someone to strike me down and kill everyone else who was still there. The men in black stepped forward menacingly, a chilling smile on their lips as they gripped their glamping knives tightly in their hands. Suddenly, the crowd that had been busy collecting their cash rushed back and surrounded me. Some of them even broke through the barrier at the door.

These berserk werewolves could be the missing werewolves from so many packs. The team was split into two different lines; the Frontier line and the second line. The Alphas and Betas were leading the frontier while the Gammas were leading the second line. The berserk werewolves weren’t that far anymore. Their growls were getting louder with each heavy stomp. When the first berserk wolf appeared, Cohen jumped in and fought it. He bit the wolf by the neck but not deep enough to kill it. Cohen broke the wolf’s front and back paws. The injuries could heal in a matter of hours. It was good enough rather than killing it on the spot.

Luca asks and returns to the book. “Berserk. It's called a berserk”. Erik corrects. “This matrix just shows what to use those who went berserk for. To go to war for Odin. It must be the transformation itself you have read about. It is believed that it could be attributed to Frej”.

“Just a scratch.” “We need to fall back to the eastern line. Rowan’s trying to regroup.” “No time,” he growls, eyes darting toward the hill. “They’re bringing the berserkers.” My blood chills. The berserkers. Rowan told me they are Nightowl’s most unstable fighters. Feral. Rabid. Uncontrollable. “Kaia!” Rhea shouts from the rooftop. “We need you, NOW!” I see her then, surrounded by three berserkers, each the size of a tree, foam dripping from their jaws.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

They hadn’t been taught this at the seminary. “Father Grude,” Bratvi continued, “was the most prominent. He was berserker that truly made impact. Now, I have studied every text concerning berserkers in the history of seminary, it is reason I was sent here. I know them more than most. Berserkers aren’t people you work with. Working with one reduces their efficiency. If you want to use berserker the best way possible, let them work alone. Working with berserker is counterproductive. They aren’t the kind to follow plans. So making one with them in it is waste of time.”