Novel & Cerita Going Berserk: Back With A Vengeance

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

It painted a pale path straight to the dais, as if daring the defenders to step forward one last time. They didn’t step forward. They stood their ground. Serna exhaled once, slow. If this was their last night, she’d meet it with teeth bared. “For Ironfang,” she whispered. “For the Sleepers.” “For the wolves who never got to grow old.” The berserkers crashed into them again. Steel rang. Magic screamed. Bodies fell. And somewhere in the heart of the storm, Serna fought like a woman who had already died three times and refused to stay down any of them.

She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome. She turned back to gaze at the closing wolves, took a deep breath, and steeled herself for the struggle to come over the things that mattered most.

No way I was missing that. I was halfway down the corridor when some hunched figure nearly collided with one of my guards. "S-Sorry..." That voice. That rasp. I stopped cold. James? He must've caught my scent too—his head jerked up, eyes blown wide. "...Avril?" Fresh off Nightmaw exile, no doubt crawling back to beg the council to lift his criminal brand. Whip scars still crossed his skin. He looked twenty years older—wrecked. I hit him with a dead stare. When he stepped forward, I immediately backed off, leaving air between us.

"That is what happened. The gods were a major part of our lives then. Today, the people have all but forgotten them except in myth and story." "Okaaaay." Liv drew out the word. "We'll go with that for now." Brodi frowned at her but continued. "The gods wanted to contain the power of my family so they cursed us. If the male heir, the pack Alpha, did not find his fated mate within a certain time, he turned into a Berserker. A Berserker is a being who has immeasurable strength but no reason. He kills indiscriminately. He cannot, therefore, lead a clan or pack. He must be put down." Brodi's voice lowered. "Many members of my family were killed over the years by an Alpha who went Berserker before

I see and feel fear, shock and awe and that's when I realise that everyone is suddenly so much smaller than me . I look at my feet just to see black scaled feets, the feets of a beast . Once my shock is gone, anger and pain consumes me all over again and something new : the want for revenge! I mind link my men " I want them dead! All of them but the witch is mine" I growl in their heads and they kneel down before me and say " Yes Alpha!" We moved out fast and just as we reached the mountains Sergej links me" Alpha something is happening, the Berserkers are running and I feel fear. A lot of that, actually "

[POV: Viggo] Most people thought Berserkers were just a house burning down. They saw the foaming mouth, the capillary-burst eyes, the hammer swinging without thought. They didn't see the forge. They didn't understand that to hold that much fire inside your skin without turning to ash required a discipline harder than Barzil’s iron. My blood ran hot—literally. A fever heat that lived permanently under my skin, itching to be let out. It crawled along my nerve endings, a constant, low-voltage hum that demanded violence to quiet down.

The Berserker surged forward with an ear-splitting roar. Emma shouted, “STEVE!” But Steve didn’t flinch. He opened his arms, chest bare to the charge. “Come on,” he growled. “I’m not running anymore.” The Berserker lunged, claws extended, jaws open wide— And vanished into him. A flash of blinding light cracked the chamber. Steve screamed. His knees buckled as the full force of the beast slammed into his core. Every muscle in his body burned. His bones felt as if they were breaking and reforging all at once. His heart pounded like thunder, the power of the creature trying to tear its way free.

Never! “Are you threatening me!” She growled scrapping her chair against the tiled floor as she got up and slammed her hands on the table, I paused in my tracks and slowly turned to look at me, my lips stretched into a small tight smile, “Ofcourse not, that would be rude of me right?!” I replied and with that I turned around and walked out of her office slammed the door with a soft thud, I only just started taking back what’s mine and she’s this disoriented, what then will happen when I’m ready to take my revenge on them?!

Her wolf was too broken to recognize anything anymore, and her human half was too consumed with revenge to care about anything else. Perfect. Emotional detachment would make this easier. Would let her do what needed to be done without hesitation or guilt. Sera put the car in gear and drove away from the cemetery, leaving Marcus behind in the rain. She had preparations to make. A role to perfect. A monster to become. "I'm coming for you, Alpha Kael," she whispered to the storm. "And you'll never see me coming until it's far too late." The rain washed away her words, but the vow remained, carved into her heart like Marcus's name on that headstone.