Novel & Cerita Berserk Puck

Just as I leaned in to strip it from his blade, he flicked a pass off to another teammate. “Too slow,” Tristan taunted, a smug grin flashing across his face. I pivoted hard, spraying ice, and charged toward the other player. I managed to poke the puck free and regain control, but before I could turn up ice, Tristan materialized out of nowhere. He lifted my stick, stole the puck, and snapped a wrist shot clean into the back of the net. The coach’s sharp whistle echoed through the arena. “What’s with you, Kings? You feeling okay?” Coach barked, his brow furrowed with irritation rather than concern.

"No wonder you're not partying with us. You've got yourself a sure thing, don't you? Who needs a cleat chaser when you've got a classy act like that all to yourself?" A locker slams in the background. "You're a dick, Shivel," I snap. "Just because I have plans with a woman doesn't mean I'm going to fuck her. I can have fun with more than my dick, ya know." "No," he says. "You can't. None of us can. Soccer and pussy. They're the only things we need."

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

My edge is slipping, the control I usually have sitting just out of reach. A defenseman steps into my lane and I don’t go around him, don’t pull up, don’t bother to play it smart. I go straight through him instead, shoulder connecting with such a force that I feel a sting up my arm as he drops and the whistle blows immediately. “Mercer!” Coach calls out. I don’t even look, don’t bother to acknowledge it. Just turn and skate off to the penalty box like I didn’t almost take out the defenseman for the rest of season.

he asked with a mocking tone, as if proud of his cruelty. Hound's silence continued, his gaze fixed, the weight of the moment still lingering in the darkened alley. The alley seemed to grow quieter with every second, the tension thick and suffocating. Suddenly, Puck froze mid-sentence, a strangled noise escaping his throat. Blood began to trail from his neck, dripping onto the ground below. His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned toward Hound, who stood holding a dagger. Its blade hovered over a small doll inscribed with intricate runes—the same symbols etched into Puck’s skin.

His intense eyes, his confident demeanor, the way he seemed so familiar yet so mysterious. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot someone running through the park. My breath catches when I realize it’s Nero. He's wearing a gray pair of sweats and a black t-shirt soaked through with sweat. His dark hair is slicked back, and those slate-gray eyes are as intense as ever. A light beard frames his chiseled jawline, making him look rugged and incredibly sexy. I blush, feeling a bit self-conscious as I watch him run. When our eyes meet, I quickly look away, but it’s too late. He’s already seen me. He changes direction and jogs over, a smile spreading across his face.

Change filled the air, the birds flying away as the noise segregated their space. If I hadn’t known anything about this pack, I’d think they were all just people with a high range of bloodlust. I had no idea how the Deadly Fang pack was formed, but I knew that their alpha, Ryu, was a devil. “Arghh!!!” Kyle groaned loudly. My eyes darted to the battlefield, and I saw what had been missing from the picture. His right hand, which had been injured considerably, was now lying on the floor with a sword clutched on.

One of the birthday party invitees asked Young master Puck Beaming proudly, young master Puck answered "This is our way of patching up things she doesn't want to end things with me" "Wow! now I know why they call you the stallion, you cheated during your relationship and she even wants to get back to you?" "That's why they call me Bad commando" He sad proudly Mara who's waiting for his proud show off interrupted their conversation "Before opening this cake can young master Puck press this Button? Young master Puck opened the big birthday cake box and it revealed an imagery bikini shape, he laughed Lavishiously then pressed the button

Isaacs POV// I wake up in the middle of the night because of a loud scream. Felix and I exchange looks before we get out of the tent ready to fight and as we walk out of the tent, followed by Isabella I see everyone else is also out in the open space. " What is going on?" I ask Misha. " No clue" he says just as a Berserker apearce with a screaming and crying girl. This Berserker looks different, he has more natural future, like he had a human body at some point and it knocks me out when he speaks.

And of course, the first person standing in the entrance, coughing, old, and shriveled is Coach Russo himself. He looks like shit. With sunken in eyes, and lungs wheezing before he even spoke. You’ll think decades of being a hockey coach and a werewolf will make his old age seem stronger and healthier. Coach Russo’s current look counters the saying that athletes age better. “You found her?” he asks, voice weak. I don’t answer. I move past him. He follows. “Valen.” He says my name like he still has some kind of right to it. “Did you see her? Did you talk to her? Why didn’t you bring her home with you?”