Novelas y relatos de Berserker

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

In quick time, Light responded, "The berserker?" "What a silly nickname, but yes, he is known as the berserker. Long ago, before Jason Hayes had enough courage to bare his fangs at Raisen, he was one of her favorite toys or loyal dogs. The younger Hayes even dared kill his own family just to prove his loyalty. Raisen was happy, but she overlooked the fact that her toy took care of Gary Hayes' daughter with him in order to use the little kid as a killing doll." "What a foolish woman. She never expected her own loyal dog to raise a grim reaper to kill her. But at least Raisen managed to dispose of the dog she had raised."

I mumbled to myself “ Some don’t choose to be like that. Alphas have kicked out one of their own if they are a danger to the pack making them a rogue.” Pulling me out of my thought , I didn’t know he heard me “ Are you scared to be out here? You seem distracted?” He asked, crossing his arms against his chest making the muscles on his arms stick out. “ No, I'm not scared.” I groaned. “ sir!!” Yelled a voice that sounded like it was rushing this way

The walls trembled as if the island itself had grown weary of holding so much hatred and darkness within its bounds. Serena stood at the center of it all, glowing with a light not born of this world. Her wolf, Nene, had fully awakened within her—feral and majestic, divine and merciless. Power pulsed from her body in waves, like a second heartbeat, loud and resonating. Her white hair whipped around her like a stormcloud, her silver eyes lit with blinding resolve.

He had a very dark expression on his face. He walked closer to me, examining my bruised face and swollen lips. No one had given me medicine and my wounds were still fresh. I forced down the lump when he quietly stepped towards me. He was not the same man I had slept with many nights. He was the boss of the mafia. He was a murderer. He was back to the same monster. His eyes were telling me everything. It was difficult to ignore the scorching hatred in his eyes toward me.

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed. Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon. His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.

He didn't want to think of the things that happened to her but the fire in him screamed to kill the ones who had hurt her. She was a mystery. He never thought he'd ever get to know anything about her and now she bared her soul in front of him. He felt like shit for playing with her heart like that but maybe he could make everything alright. Hunter couldn't even fathom the thought of her finding out his plan. She would be shattered. 'Hunter,' Luca mind-linked him. 'Yeah,' Hunter's response was tired. 'Berolt was a wizard who worked under Alonso but was killed by rogues at the age of twenty-nine,' Luca said.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

“The vampire in the woods said something about that. Like the vikings?” "That's where the term comes from, yes. Many of them were among our kind as well, although we've existed in most cultures around the world for as long as anyone can recall. A berserker is a very special type of werewolf that comes around once, maybe twice in each generation. He or she is capable of entering into an altered state while engaged in battle. The wolf spirit takes over completely and the thirst for blood outweighs all else." She swallowed hard. "That's what happened? That's why he's gone, because he's off killing people?”

Dimitri muttered as he yawned, while some of the werewolves glared at him, chemical junkies, is a forbidden word for the berserker in the werewolf kind. Gale took a sigh, although he hated it when Dimitri was mocking the berserker, he knew that it was very much the truth about the berserker. A mutant that comes from an unnatural selection by drugs, makes them perfect soldiers but also curses the user of the drug to be dependent on the substance.