Berserker Olaf Novels & Stories

If only, if only Cerberus is here, those sorcerers wouldn't stand a chance. Beta Kael, wielding twin axes, his movements brutal and efficient, like a blade honed on vengeance. Aldin, his spear crackling with raw elemental force, shielding two fallen scouts behind a collapsing wall of frost. And Osuof, the storm himself. Towering, his cloak discarded, his arms bare and gleaming with sacred ink. He moved like the wind incarnate, striking faster than eyes could follow. He roared, and six wolves behind him surged forward with renewed fury, iron-tipped fangs sinking into enemies like they were paper.

{“I will be your slave, I’ll die for you, no… I'LL LIVE FOR YOU! OWN MY ALL GREAT MAJESTY!” The male’s lovely voice booms across the place. “Fuck, he’s choosing the second option?” a young boy with a template written ‘15’ on it said in shock. The Competition for the companion of the great Berserker, the greatest and most unique of all kings ever had and the last ever Beastdom would ever have.