Berserker Olaf Novels & Stories

And it looked wilder, it’s eyes more bloodshot and it’s movements animal-like. “I see, a berserker and a support mage. Good combination” I look at the support mage, thinking of how to get to him first. A sudden blow to my side, sending me flying into a nearby hill reminds me of the berserker demon. “Ow, that hurt” My fortification was broken immediately, I couldn’t even react this time. “How much longer until this damn thing starts working?” I touch my the back of my neck again, this time feeling a faint magical energy. “Fuck this, I’m jump-starting it.” I close my eyes and start chanting “othala ehwaz perthro naudiz”

“Just a scratch.” “We need to fall back to the eastern line. Rowan’s trying to regroup.” “No time,” he growls, eyes darting toward the hill. “They’re bringing the berserkers.” My blood chills. The berserkers. Rowan told me they are Nightowl’s most unstable fighters. Feral. Rabid. Uncontrollable. “Kaia!” Rhea shouts from the rooftop. “We need you, NOW!” I see her then, surrounded by three berserkers, each the size of a tree, foam dripping from their jaws.

Jeremy had tolerated enough from a mere warrior, Jeremy stood up tall,his eyes were red like a radar detector,like a predictor ready to pounce at his prey which as at this point it was Olivia who was standing right in front of him wagging her mouth. Jeremy flipped Olivia off her feet, she flung across the room and landed on the table,her body shattered the glass table, Olivia staggered and stood up. She wasn’t ready to give up easily though her openet was her alpha; she was ready to put up a fight with him to the death.

I threw my head back, laughing a sinister laugh that wiped the smile right off his face. “I can assure you without a doubt the moment I cease to find your ignorance to be comedy, you will face death by my hands. Not even Terren himself can save you from me. Now get out, you are embarrassing yourself.” He swallowed audibly at that. I didn’t fear Terren and this admission was scary to Olaf. I knew his type. He used the name of his Alpha to put fear in the hearts of his enemies. Terren’s name held a lot of weight and power. The fact that this she-wolf laughed at the mention of his name made Olaf’s wolf visibly uneasy.

They look like some toasted chicken. “Think carefully before you speak,’ Lyall whispered. “No one here will save you. Scream all you want. You are the only one here.” “We might as well have her killed.’ Olcan muttered dangerously. “I’m not in for pleasing a mate. I rather dispose of them than convince them otherwise.” He was the third one, Olcan of the red pack. He was also a hybrid. I have heard of how powerful he is and how he controls werewolves to do his bidding.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

“Who the hell is Olaf?” Her brows furrowed as if I were the one being dramatic, not her talking about meeting some man. “Why are you being like this? Olaf is a friend.” The mug hit the table with a sharp crack. “Who the hell is Olaf?” I growled. Though I wasn’t the one in charge of recruiting men, I sure as hell knew their names, but not this one. Not to worry as I was already plotting his murder. “Why are you being like this over a bird, Nero?” she said, confusion painting her face.

Seeing their boss charge in, the underlings naturally followed suit. Olaf wasn't weak. He wielded an Excellent-grade one-handed saber. The saber was already shining with the glow of a skill even before he got close to Victor. Victor looked at Olaf, then tossed the helpless Andy aside. Sparks flew. Olaf's blade struck Victor's arm. The collision produced a teeth-grating sound, followed by more attacks raining down on Victor. One strike after another, Olaf hacked away with glee. Victor's mech had formidable defense. He was completely unfazed by Olaf's attacks.

Instead, the force of the impact rebounded, sending the massive gray wolf flying backward off the cliff edge, his screams echoing down into the rocky abyss. ​"Hold the line, Jaxon!" Lysander shouted, his dark blade a blur of motion as he and Kaelor engaged the remaining mercenaries on the narrow trail. ​Kaelor’s crimson fire tore through the ranks of the attackers while Lysander’s black frost immobilized their limbs... their combined fighting style a devastating, beautiful display of absolute synchronization. ​But one of the berserker mercenaries, his eyes completely blind with rage bypassed the fight by scaling the vertical ice wall. He dropped down directly behind Seraphina, his long, jagg

This tempting reason was why numerous powerhouses would serve the Trevors with their lives. "Master, listen. What I want to tell you is that I've betrayed the Trevors…" Olaf was gathering true energy in his hand while saying this, and he hit Sable in the waist. He immediately pulled away after he managed to hit Sable with his palm. "Are you crazy, you traitor?" Even though he had suffered a sudden attack, Sable was still able to fight back. He wiped away the blood on his lips and roared furiously.