Berserk Rickert Novels & Stories

“Alpha.” At least he wasn’t as mad. “Go.” “His name is Ricky. They just know him from the streets. I guess he was a warrior for another pack. They didn’t know what pack, but I guess he is highly trained.” “Ricky what?” Beau’s voice had an edge to it. “Brett, what did he look like?” Gavin and I met eyes. The edge to Beau’s voice was making me nervous. “Black shaggy hair. He had a scar across his face.”

He looks enraged. “Bu... Buriko?!” Alfi is surprised to see Buriko can match Cindaku. “Let me take care of this fake tiger!” Buriko exclaims. They start the fisticuff. A mythical martial artist versus a Berserker. Of course, they can match each other. Not to mention that they hate losing. Fists, kicks, scratches, smashes, any blow they have they launch no matter how painful it is, they keep launching their fist. Alfi just remains silent watching the fisticuff there.

*** Ricky Ricky grunted. He rose up from the bushes after being thrown away by the skeleton. He grunted, while trying to stabilize his breath and to also hold the sharp pain coming from his ribs. Rather than backing away because his ribs were obviously broken, Ricky again assumed his fighting stance as he treaded carefully towards the skeletons. Slowly, a golden aura engulfed his fists, and with that, he landed another critical hit on one of the skeleton soldiers and it perished without any hint of regeneration.

The grandmaster who wanted to assassinate Livia came from another province, and Beckham commissioned him with a large amount of money. His moniker was Destroyer, and his name was Rickard Griffin. He was a rather powerful fighter. Had Bryson not taken up the task of protecting Livia, perhaps Livia and her father would be in a life-and-death crisis. On the other hand, the person who had sent Rickard was precisely Beckham! Kayson negated the hypnosis, and Rickard looked toward Bryson in fear as soon as he regained consciousness.

“Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.” “I did not catch your name male.” I cocked an eyebrow up, palming the hilt of the dagger in between my belt. “Derick, although the wolvens at the tavern know me as Rick.” Figured. “Who is Soren?” Derick shivered, his eyes shutting briefly. “Death.” A snort sounded at my right. “What do you take us for?” “I do not speak to you. I speak to the alpha heir.” “I won't repeat myself again,” I flipped the blade from my waist belt unto my hand, swirling it between my fingers. “Do not call me that.”

Dirty's eyes widened at my tone. The Warrior chuckled. "Celia has charmed you too, Beta Mun." "Yes sir. I won't. What do you want to know?" Dirty said. I smiled, at least I wouldn't need to start with violence this time. "What is your name?" "Rick." "How long have you worked for Mark?"

Stuart turned to glare at me furiously like I were some hysterical woman making a scene. He scolded, "Veronica, look at what you've become! What's the point of throwing a tantrum now? What's done is done!" His cold words made it sound like my grandfather, Alfred Gallagher, was just dealing with a common cold and not waiting for brain surgery. I stared at the man I'd been married to for over a decade, feeling my heart sink drastically. "Have you forgotten how Creed Group was built from the ground up? Have you forgotten it was Grandpa who took a knife for you when you were kidnapped? The wound from then still hurts from time to time for him!

“Bitch! You are slandering me, I did not order you to do these things, you bullied Adonis because you were jealous of Adonis, your son is a retarded boy, so you are always afraid that your son will be bullied by his friends, so you taught your son into a thug and a bully. You're jealous because Adonis is so smart, and you're afraid that Adonis will mentally torture your son, that's why you did this to Adonis, what you said has nothing to do with me. Even though Bertha had just had surgery and she couldn't walk normally, she managed to get up and walk towards Ricky's mother, after which she brutally beat Ricky's mother violently, this further proves that what Lisanna said about Bertha is true

Bertolt’s phone buzzed violently against the wooden boat. He frowned, still holding the fishing hook he’d been using to catch pirarucu, his favorite escape from anything Schmidt-related. “Come back to Seattle? Why would I?” he snapped the moment he picked up. “I don’t want anything to do with that egomaniac Reinhardt.” He jerked the rod at the wrong moment, the fish nearly dragged him straight into the A****n river. “What did you just say?”

"You got the God Ranked Berserk x1." "God Ranked Berserk: Able to increase battle strength by 500 folds after usage." "Multiplying combat strength by 500 times?" Reading the introduction to God Ranked Berserk, Lucas' face was filled with excitement. Thinking of this, he was not afraid of Cory's master at all. "Se... senior?" Gerald looked at Lucas and hesitated. "If you have something to say, just say it," Lucas said lightly. Gerald, the master of the Blood Eagle Organization, swallowed his saliva and summoned up his courage to say to Lucas, "Senior, when are you leaving?"