Berserk Rickert Novels & Stories

His observation skills were the best, and Zen wanted him to be part of the reconnaissance team. Rank #75 and #76 were a couple. Zen didn’t know this information beforehand, but he witnessed them working together as a pair during the first battle royale. The boy looked very different from what Zen remembered him to be. Back then, he appeared wilder with veins popping out everywhere. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a serial murderer, tearing trees down with his bare hands and breaking rocks with his kick. “They call me “Controlled Berserker” because of my ability to remove physical and mental limitations when I’m under the influence of rage. My trigger and controller is Jessica her

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

He was a mercenary but could not even survive one strike from the opponent! This man’s skills were terrifying! Rick walked up to him, kicked him in the chest, and said coldly, “You’re not qualified to ask about my identity.” The burly Brooklyn was now sprawled on the ground like a shivering puppy, groaning in pain. However, Rick turned a blind eye to all this and said lightly, “You still have three minutes. If I don’t see my young miss by then, I’ll send you and your men to see God!”

Rick summoned the spirits of a snake and a karoevou as he jumped tern feet in the air he elongated his body to grasp each missile and flung them back at the omegation. The missile blinded the omegation on contact, allow….. Eric to project a blackout beam to follow up. The omegation generated a green force field around its head before thrusting it first forward us. Eric manipulated the ground infront of us to hault the omegation’s attack. I flew up the omegation’s arm and began to surge with dark lighting coursing around my body. Rick ran across the giant robot’s arm while conjure the spirits of a panther and a cheetah before slashing across the robot’s head.

It made my hair stand on end and my skin itch as it wrapped itself around me. "Ah, Erik, I've been expecting you. I'm sure you could use some rest after that horrible fall." He said his voice was whimsical and held such happiness as he spoke. He knew so much, but it didn't surprise anyone. His voice caught me off guard as I expected him to sound as dark and evil as his energy. "Of course, but first," Erik said before turning to the others. "These are some of my pack members, you have already met Drake, but this is Lucas, my top warrior. Tom and his mate Greta are my mate's guardians, and this here is my mate Athena. The one who seeks your help." Malcolm bowed his head in respect.

I heard rumours that he was beheaded the next day, some people cried for him while I stayed bewildered because after all the bully didn't do anything punishable except bullying. Wait a minute. I heard that it was a Prince who beheaded him. "Did you kill Brayden?" I asked and his face turned into incomprehension, wondering who was the guy. "I beheaded a lot of people, so I don't remember." Rhyker shrugged and my eyes narrowed at him, sharply. maybe it was one of his brothers, Brayden was an asshole after all. "So, you were that jerk who was rude to me!" I exclaimed making him frown his attractive eyebrows.

Raymond was holding a small glass panel that he kept hovering over Creed's body parts. The glass panel had was actually a screen that was scanning and displaying all of his muscles and ligaments inside his skin. "The first time I saw a berserk skill in action, I really freaked out." Creed was sitting on a chair, letting Raymond scan his body. "When the guy activated his berserk skill, I didn't know what exactly it was. Still, I was still fascinating to see a hidden power-up like that. If I don't learn these emergency skills, I am going to be in real trouble someday. I have to be prepared because Glitch is never merciful on ignorants."

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?"

Lionel looked at Rick as if he would kill him, but Rick interrupted him before he could finish speaking. "I'm Richard Fontes. Yes, I'm Attila's son. You know my father well. He raised me very well, Lionel, but I'm not as civilized as he is. And believe me, I have my own ways to destroy you and I'll drag you to hell before you even open that filthy mouth of yours again to speak to Anabel. Do you understand, you animal?" Rick spoke quietly, face to face with Lionel, his tone was anything but friendly - it was threatening and surprised even me.

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.