Berserk Rickert Novels & Stories

Rhett said, wearing an uneasy look. “Then if it is war he wants, it is war he’ll get,” I said waiting for a reply, but Rhett didn’t say anything to respond. “Won’t you fight for your pack?” “What’s there to fight when you’re fighting Gertrude?” Rhett replied in fear. “Would Ricky have backed out of such a fight? Huh?” “Honestly, Ricky’s the only werewolf alive that can take on Gertrude because Ricky possesses a rare and special ability no other werewolf alive today possesses.”

At least, that is what I tell myself. Ryker doesn't answer me. Instead, he crouches low in front of me, his massive frame folding down like a predator that wants to toy with its prey. I catch the nasty manner with which his knuckles are bruised with scars, looking so rough like they have seen more than their fair share of fights. I also recognize the serpent tattoo coiling up his right forearm, with another tattoo that is a dead man’s skull circled by a crescent moon in blood-red ink right on his left bicep.

It swung with gusto from side to side as he hit it, and I gulped nervously. I’d seen Ryker around the pack house a few times, and more often during training. He was huge, easily as big as Mustapha even though he wasn’t one of the higher-ranking wolves. He was a warrior wolf, and as he strode around the fighting ring, he looked every part his title.

his eyes seemed to convey after seeing how sad she was, and she nodded. Derek nodded to the trainer that stood in front of the cubicle and the trainer bowed and faced Rick and his opponent “START!” he called out. Rick took a position, similar like the technique he had taught her… “Rick…” Carly whispered again. “Please…. I can't lose you, I won't survive it.” she murmured. Rick was the only good thing in her life at the moment. Minutes into the game, Rick had taken different blows and his face was battered badly but he still stood, refusing to give up.

He had a sneer as he looked at Asher and said, "Asher, right? I'm Ryker, the leader of Abashidze Special Forces, I'll be challenging you now." Ryker immediately made his move upon saying that, attacking Asher without giving him a chance to react at all. However, Asher reacted very quickly, so he dodged Ryker's strike very easily. Both of them were skilled, so they just kept going back and forth in the fight. Then, it gradually became obvious to the crowd that Asher's strength could not keep up with his will anymore. That was because Jimmy deliberately exhausted Asher's stamina in the match earlier. After a long match with Ryker following that, Asher was simply struggling.

She threw herself into Zayn’s arms and did not have the courage to watch. Zayn did not even blink. How could those weaklings bother him? He stood on the same spot and beat them up, knocking them out with just a few attacks. Rickard had just gotten up from the ground when he witnessed the scuffle. He was completely petrified and could not stop shaking. He pointed at Zayn with a ghastly pale face. “You-you-you… Who the heck are you?!” “Zayn Larson.”

continued Jerome Jayden briefly. That’d been enough to make Paul Jayden really startled and stunned this time. “Holy shit… So, Erito Ricky is my classmate and Eriwan Rocky is your classmate? For Uranus’ sake…” “For Neptune’s sake… I’ve just known his complete name is Erito Ricky Frias. All these times, Victor Jaleco, Nicholas and that Fin Hubert Wong merely claim and claim that his name is Erito, Erito, Erito… I absolutely don’t know that his complete name is Erito Ricky…” Jerome Jayden patted his own forehead this time.

"Berserker needs to eat." Knowing I should just leave it alone, I asked the question. "Berserker?" Asher gave me a toothy smile. "My bear: Berserker. Your tiger is Junior. Taryk's panther is Smoke. Atlas' wolf is Mr. Hyde. Ransom is Tonto. And Saint is Ten." He made a face at the last man. "You took all my fun by already having a name for your inner beast." "Thank Gaia for that," Saint said.

he shrugged. I frowned. I don’t want Riko or Hikari to get hurt. “Wait, big red has a crush on Riko?” I blinked. “Of everything I said, that’s what you focus on?” he smiled. “Well, of it, it’s the least expected thing.” I shrugged. “Yeah, but Rickie tends to like older women. He’s got an Odepius complex or something. He really digs mom figures. I know my mom won’t fall for him, so I don’t really care.” he shrugged.

Then he turned to Rick and calmly said, “I’ll ask you NOT to shove these ladies again.” “Ladies? That’s a bit of a stretch. Or what?” Rick laughed. “I’m a Beta. You think you take me on, tough guy?” “If I must,” Jonathan replied stoically. Rick eyed him up and down then. Jonathan was no match for him and his men. They could beat him within half an inch of his life by barely lifting a claw. In fact, it wouldn’t even be fun. But the human had guts, he’d give him that much. “I’ll tell you what,” Rick said with a half-smile on his face. “I’m going to give you a choice. You can either drink with me or crawl out of this bar.”