Berserker Olaf Novels & Stories

“I’m Mina, I did not want to get Kate’s hopes up but I think…Roxie needs a healer. She might not be completely gone yet.” I groaned, rubbing my face. We’re just a collection of fighters, “Azus, do you?” knowing the answer would be a no before he walked off to check on his injured men. Then, as quiet as a tiger through the trees Olaf came into view. He was completely naked, his grey hair shorn, eyes shimmering gold and yellow. He walked down the grassy path, all of us staring at his intimidating presence. Was he some kind of fucking sun god? Blessed with serious muscles and abs behind all that weird grey hair it felt as though we were all meeting him for the first time.

On the screen, a camera zoomed in on the captured pirate leader, Olaf, writhing on the deck of his disabled sub. "You…" Olaf gasped, his eyes wide with a mixture of agony and profound, terrified awe. He pointed a trembling, blistering finger at the camera, as if he could see Jack through the lens, through the miles of city that separated them. "Your power… I can feel it… the Progenitor's scent! It's… it's silencing my blood! It's devouring my Alpha spark!"

Unknown to many Jeremy's desire for blood and battle was an addiction he sometimes fought back, the taste of blood, the cut of flesh, the screams of agony, and the risk of death were as addictive as sex to the Lycan. Jeremy was born into the berserk pack of Lycans known as the most unstable and violent kind of Lycans in existence, however, unlike most of his kind, Jeremy was called a genius for his rare ability to suppress his battle desires. With a smirk and wink to Matilda, he spoke "I accept, you sick twisted fuck," "Fuck he's going berserk," Liam spoke nervously chewing on his fingers "What do you mean berserk?, wait...does Jeremy belong to the berserker class?" She asked frantically, sh

I typed 'Berserker' and a lot of meanings appeared but there is one thing that caught my attention. Although similar groups have been found around the world, berserker generally refers to the small class of Nordic peoples who could be found preforming inhuman feats on the battlefield. When in combat a berserker would fight nude and/or completely unarmored, sometimes taking the skins of bears, wolves or other beasts to heighten his appearance. Uncontrollable rage is the signature of the berserker. To enter this rage many would have pre-battle ceremonies in which they would consume alcohol, and work themselves up into a violent, bloodlusting mood through dance and similar actions, and then oft

(Before the competition) THABHEX elder Raoul" power fire." Orfeo: black fire, voice ELIGIO: BOMER BALDASSARE: SHADOW NORA: ARMOUR I was looking at my list and I gathered them at my office except for my grandson. Cause I know that he wouldn't like my plan to send the three young wolves just help him. And I don't wanna be the cause of his anger. The last time he got angry he accidentally killed his parents.

The youngest of the litter and most meek pup, Oliver, was nowhere to be seen. Favian brought all the gifts they received at work inside while Richard walked over to his useless Fenrir ancestor wolf in human form, cheering for more biting action in the brawl. “That’s right! Don’t hesitate to use your teeth to rip your enemies to shreds! You have a tail, don’t just wave it around uselessly!”

She learned that her name was Zoe, and that she was a fierce warrior with a deep love for her pack. As they worked together, Olivia and Zoe began to understand each other better. They talked about their hopes and fears, about the challenges they faced as Alphas. And slowly, they began to build a foundation of trust. As the days passed, Ulrich realized that the enemy werewolves were no longer her enemies. They were her allies, her friends, and her partners in building a better future for their packs. And as she looked out over her territory, she felt a sense of pride. They had come so far, from being bitter enemies to working together for a common goal.

Well I am out then. “When your parents gained access to the seiðr of the vǫlva they learned to shape shift and ones again they were an important part of wars”. Finn continues, pulling me from my stupor. “They could take the shape of animals and sometimes even change others into animals. Two kinds of warriors were especially popular. In Harald's saga it is written how these berserkers wore no armour and they would bite the shields and growl. Berserkers were men donning the bear's fur and becoming one with the bear. They were unstoppable and aggressive in battle. Ulfhednars would wear wolf capes made of real wolf hides, and took the cunning wolves shape, using their tactical knowledge. They wo

Oliver picked up on them quickly enough, putting on a determined expression as he said, "That's right, I did ally with you. But you captured the woman I love, and I can't stand for that. The alliance is over." "Very well." Grunt smirked. "I guess I thought too highly of you. Anyway, do you think you can beat me with just a few thousand men?" Oliver did not spare another second before he sent a wave of energy that burst from his body. He roared, "Bring it on!" He raised his hand, prepared to order the Black Tortoise warriors around him to attack. The thousands of Black Tortoise warriors channeled their auras, constricting through the atmosphere in the cave.

Kalona asked with a grin. Kalona was Abtez’s second in command, he had the same broad muscular build most berserkers had. His long blonde hair was braided into multiple braids which were then pulled into a ponytail, and his beard was braided as well, he was an older guy with yellow eyes. He wore the same type of clothes all Berserkers wore, dark pants and an animal skin draped over their shoulders, usually a bear, but some had wolves as well. Luckily, General Abtez’s team all wore bear skins. I had a feeling the Alpha Rawlins may have an issue with a team showing up wearing wolf skins. If I were an Alpha, I would take that as a declaration of war. “Go fuck yourself, Kalona.” I retorted, as I