Berserk Rickert Novels & Stories

After hearing the caller’s voice and question, Ranfik froze for a split second, and said, "Grandpa didn’t do anything to him, but Sir... How did you know this? Did Grandpa just call you?" ‘I’ve only been dismissed less than ten minutes ago, and this man already knows what happened here. Just who is he?’ Ranfik could not help but fear the capability of the man that he was speaking to. However, Rickard's left eyebrow was raised on the other end of the phone due to the slight confusion. He called at this time purely because he had just found the time to deal with the Mustafas, but judging from Ranfik’s tone, he should have guessed it correctly.

“Get out.” But Riko chuckled and instead of leaving, he stepped further into the room. My body tensed as he moved past me slightly, his gaze drifting to the desk. Before I could stop him, his hand reached out and he picked up the picture. A slow burn of rage climbed up my spine. “You beat up Gerald pretty badly,” Riko said casually. “He won’t be able to play in the finals.” “Shame,” he added. “He’s one of my best linebackers.”

Even he wasn’t joking anymore as his eyes followed every activity in the ring. Across the ring stood Grant Miller. I recognized him on sight. His body was covered in tattoos that looked more like paintings. He was smirking like he’d already won. Like this was just a warm-up. Ryker stood still, rolling his shoulders, bouncing lightly on his feet. He looked different now. Not the Ryker I knew as the typical ruthless CEO and Derek’s older brother. Not the man who called me his little lamb or fucked me against a counter. This Ryker looked like he belonged in this place. Like he was built for it.

The slot opened and a pair of eyes peered out. “What’s the password!” The man asked. “Gotham Nights.” Berk said. The door opened. “Did anyone follow you?” “No.” "The boss is a bit on edge. So watch your words.” “What else is new?” “The meeting is that way.” Berk enters the room. “So, nice of you to finally show up. Have a seat.” “Sorry Mr. Ricky.” “Berk took off his hat and sat down. Seated at the table were 4 of Ricky's most trusted men. Ricky was pacing and ranting.

What I saw when I opened the door had me stop in my tracks. At the far end of the room, Ryker was laying on a bench as he pushed a bar with weights from his chest. Drawn to the sight of his body constricting under each rep, I stood where I was to admire him. He was dressed in only a pair of gym shorts, with his upper body bare. He also had earbuds in his ear, so I doubt he heard me enter.

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.