Berserk Rickert Novels & Stories

"Welcome. It’s been too long, brother." I didn’t miss the sarcasm dripping from his words. My eyes darted to Marcellus, his jaw clenched tight, and his fists balled at his sides. I could feel the rage rolling off him, a storm barely contained. Ricky stood there, calm as ever, dressed like he’d just walked out of some high-end club. His dark hair was slicked back, his suit sharp and spotless. But his eyes… His eyes told a different story. They gleamed with a sick kind of pleasure, as if he was enjoying this.

Rick warned me angrily, suddenly popping out of his hiding. “Do you think I can let her go just like that?” I asked him angrily, trying to suppress my anger and despair but I was failing miserably. “Those thunderbolts. You two were practically summoning those thunderbolts. Why is it that we never heard about this super ability of yours?” Rick paused when we heard Gerath’s next question.

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.

Erik explained in detail his plans. "What is your name?" I asked the man who mastered his courage to step forward to ask a question to Erik. The man was surprised by the second, but he instantly masked it. He stepped forward and introduced himself. "I am Rick, Alpha of Ash Moon pack" He presented his name and bowed. "The Silver Growlers will only follow our orders, and you will follow theirs. They will be our hands and feet," I said, trying to intimidate him. "Understood, my queen," He said, bowing and stepping back.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

Adrian immediately said, "Berserk, I'm close. Whatever you do, hold them off until I arrive. I won't be long!" "Yes, sir!" Berserk yelled. "Let's move!" Adrian shouted. *** Berserk hid behind the container and wiped away his tears before picking up his weapon. He looked down at Ridge, whose consciousness was about to fade away. "Hang on, Ridge. War Legate Draco just responded. He’ll be here soon.”

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.

He immediately turned to Alpha Max, “Give her to me, to be my mate” “Derrick?” Alpha Max called out, looking all surprised and beaten to it.

I decided to ditch the suit today and wear my usual biker attire with my hair loose; there’s no point in trying to look proper in front of a man who knows where my sons are hidden away. Five men eventually surround me, and when they get off of their Harleys, I can pick up on the faint scent of fear from four of them, all except the one walking towards me. He removes his helmet and chuckles; it doesn’t surprise me that Ryker would station one of his most ruthless members so close to the border where our territories meet. “Alpha Fenriz, what brings you into Horsemen territory?” Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face.