Going Berserk: Back With A Vengeance Novels & Stories

These berserk werewolves could be the missing werewolves from so many packs. The team was split into two different lines; the Frontier line and the second line. The Alphas and Betas were leading the frontier while the Gammas were leading the second line. The berserk werewolves weren’t that far anymore. Their growls were getting louder with each heavy stomp. When the first berserk wolf appeared, Cohen jumped in and fought it. He bit the wolf by the neck but not deep enough to kill it. Cohen broke the wolf’s front and back paws. The injuries could heal in a matter of hours. It was good enough rather than killing it on the spot.

Wait, why does he look like a real berserker? Jeje flies through the sky by boosted by the fire igniting on his back like a real Gundam. He flies tearing the wing with his piercing hand and flies back tearing it again. He keeps doing that that Ahol wings are full of holes. Buriko beats the Tasmanian Devil with his ax in rampaging mode. Why does he really resemble Heracles?!

I let the sentence trail off on purpose. Whatever Sienna imagined made her jump back. She protested, saying, "Of course not! I just wanted to see if you were asleep! Who knew you'd attack me!" I nodded seriously. "Next time, don't even think about waking me up. I don't sleep lightly, and this time I only punched you once. Who knows what could happen next time? "But I'm a kind person. Since you woke me up just this once, I won't hold it against you." With that, I lay back down.

The bound. "Mate" "Mate" both Damon and Eric his wolf called at the same time his eyes flashing green. He jumped into the sea.

All these years there was a lava burning in him to find her and break her the way she broke him. To become the monster she always wanted him to be. But he stopped himself all these years. He refused to see that woman's face again that's why he never tried to find her. Even though he knew he could easily found her but he never did try. He wanted nothing from her but now what. She stood in front of him presenting her to the beast to do the fuck he wants with her. The moment he saw her the lava that he had cool down in those years started burning again. He wanted nothing except to slam the ice on his vengeance by hurting her. By watching her in pain.

"You don't call my name anyhow. It doesn't sound nice on your lips," "You bloody motherfucker!" He cursed, trying to release himself from the chains so that he could pounce on her. Teresa burst into a peal of laughter. "Idiot! You thought you were invisible and untouchable, yeah?" She hit him again. "I will let you know you are worth nothing," "You will regret this, Teresa," She laughed hysterically. "I regret it. I lost everything I have been gathering for many years just because of your wickedness. I have nothing to lose anymore, Tristan. The only thing I will regret is to die without seeing you crawl and beg for my mercy,"

that he would reach the point where he would one by one erase my family from the world because of his selfishness. So, now that I was lucky enough to survive the accident I faced to escape my demon husband, I would really use the miracle that happened to me to get up and start again. And when the time is right, I will return to them. I will return him to pay for his arrears to me. "When he returned to this country, we welcomed him with cruel karma. I will take Sarah back and I will make that family suffer the deluge they made me suffer. Because the moment we face each other once again, they will taste how sweet my vengeance is.”

The suffocating, half-century-old guilt surged to the surface, distorting into a feral, apocalyptic madness. Not again. By the ancients, NOT AGAIN. An ancient, Norse berserker roar ripped from Riheirk’s throat—a sound so dark, primordial, and terrifying it caused the very ground beneath his boots to shudder. He didn't draw his broadsword. He didn't use his daggers. Riheirk blurred across the ravine at a speed that defied the laws of physics, a streak of pure, unadulterated vengeance cutting through the night. He descended upon the Blood-born like a falling mountain.

She was the chaos they needed, but the edge of the Berserker’s power was frighteningly close. During the third period, with the score tied, the Ravens' aggressive center executed a low, illegal sweep, sending Elara tumbling hard into the boards. The pain flared—but this time, it wasn't the bone-deep ache of injury. It was the white-hot, uncontrollable fury of the Berserker Bloodline. The red haze descended, thicker and faster than ever before. Her control dissolved. She wasn't an athlete anymore; she was pure, killing instinct. She felt the muscle rip and tear as she began the shift—mid-ice, mid-game.

My walls were shattered, and my vulnerability shone through, not minding the place I held both in the SilverFang and even in the camp. I stormed the Vampire Territory with my men and those of the Lycan clan, leaning closely towards Sera's past but persistent idea—invasion and brute recovery of the artifact. Only this time, the artifact was the least thing I had in mind to recover. I needed to retrieve Frost for myself. I needed to feel alive again... purposeful, and back to my sane thoughts. I pushed through the men that guarded the Vampire territory. They were feeble, and in little number. I begun screaming his name from the very first door, using my slightly retentive memory to find my way