Berserker Olaf Novels & Stories

They were cornered. Lokison nodded to Thorin who nodded back and released the control command he had over Rogue allowing the berserking man to resume his rampage.. Grrrrr- Rogue roared and amplified his power while launching himself at Odin who sent the constructs made from destruction energy to impale Rogue.. Rogue simply maneuvered with his wings dodging the attacks and closing the gap between him and Odin before punching him in the face..

"Am I missing something?" "The girl's his mate. " Jax adds as his smile widens. "How many times have I seen you this feral? Once. I think this is his berserker form. " Oliver's smile is thin and strained as his gaze rests on me. Then he whistled. "And I thought my mate was bad. I feel for you. " "There's more pressing issues at hand, " Jax says standing straight, becoming serious. "Isn't that so Ragna?"

Sam snapped. “It was one hell of a way to meet my mate, but I am thankful I got there in time because even though you were there and you sure as fuck didn’t do anything. You criticize critisise him for being the head leader but you are the fucking Beta and couldn’t protect one of your own, who happens to be my mate, ” Oliver snaps back.

"I believe he was the one behind the enslavement of your mate,' he said. Raedwulf Lykaon took a glance at Alora. The human was busy alongside Sarafina still battling a few werewolves. Raedwulf Lykaon marched to their front and brought out his already bloodied sword. "May I?" he said and without waiting for them to reply slashed off the head of one werewolf that leaped at him to the side. Sarafina and Alora stood back as Raedwulf Lykaon started to kill the remaining werewolves. The ones who chose to stand back watched in awe. When he was done with chest heaving, he strode back holding his blood-dripping sword over one broad shoulder. Alora gaped at him then swallowed and rolled her eyes.

Peter kept dodging, slamming his sword across Oliver's face once he had an opening. "Peter's wi-" Lucifer stopped after seeing Oliver put his hand up. 'Know when you're beat.' Lucifer thought. "Not done." Oliver said through his dislocated jaw. "I get it, ya have a dual affinity so ya don't train much with weapons. Just accept the loss." Peter said, almost feeling bad for what he did. "Give me one more round." Oliver signaled to Lucifer, unable to actually speak properly. "Healer!" Lucifer shouted, rolling his eyes. Oliver's jaw was fixed and the match was back on. He and Peter had noticeably less anger in their eyes now. He changed his stance to be lower while holding the staff with both ha

He’s tall but not as wide set as the other guys, but he is no less ripped and one of the fastest warriors I have ever seen. Oliver, our future Gamma, looks like your stereotypical biker. Medium length, dark brown, almost black hair that falls forward obscuring his face and piercing brown eyes that are almost as dark give off a ‘don’t mess with me’ vibe. He has tattoos on both forearms and one on his chest, just peeking out of the collar of his shirt. He is the most quiet of the group, lending to the mysteriousness. His expression is regularly bordering on resting b*tch face.

His bulging muscles swelled even larger. He had transformed. In an instant, a massive werewolf with dark red fur appeared atop the fortress. Othniel's eyes filled with hatred as he raised his cavalry saber and brutally slashed forward. The giant werewolf reared up on its hind legs, its steel-like claws striking out violently. In that moment, the two berserkers exchanged blow for blow, trading life for life. Othniel roared, "Edmund, you want to wipe out my tribe? It won't be that easy! At the very least, you're going to die here with us!"

Ulf says sounding like a drunk human and a male from our pack growls lowly. I look over at his black-brown body just in time to see him shift. Giulia and him step toward Ulf with murder in their eyes. "The Oracle merged with the creator! Our Alpha, her brother, was gifted Taylor! Do not insult him again. Show some respect to the second oldest of our kind," the male snaps and his human teeth become long fangs as he stares down Alpha Ulf.

I cannot believe the gods would forsake us at this point and allow your father's depravity to win. Ulfhild's lips trembled slightly before she firmed them once more and he knew that she had heard him. He was about to say more when he scented something unexpected on the ocean breeze. Wolves. And, not just any wolves, but Sköll wolves. He stood tall trying to see over the crowd, and, suddenly, there they were. Huge wolves, fangs bared, running full tilt down the beach alongside an entire contingent of Viking warriors, Erik and Birger in the lead.

Alaric snorted. Among the wolves, berserks are wolves who have lost their sense of reasoning. Even though they have moments of clarity, they can rampage at any time, causing great havoc to their packs and everyone around them. No wolf liked to be called a berserk. “Hmm!” Oliver heaved, not because of what his father said. He had lost respect for the man a long time ago, — but because Megan was still clinging to his arm and begging him. The moment he withdrew his scent, the boys started gasping and coughing. The first to head out was Saint. When the others saw him, they wanted to follow, but Alaric got up and clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.