Path Of The Berserker Book 2 Novels & Stories

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.

I responded, jumping at him. I don't know when the shift happens, but there's nothing but paws, fur and claws when I land atop him, rolling and clawing at his face. "Berserker" Jeremy hisses at me, before bursting into maniacal laughter. "I'd know that look in your eye anywhere." He claws at my underbelly where I've already shattered my ribs, aiming to do more damage to my now exposed organs. He throws me to the side, hissing at me, hair matted, clothes torn, then the man laughs when his hand suddenly brushes his side finding blood.

Instead, the force of the impact rebounded, sending the massive gray wolf flying backward off the cliff edge, his screams echoing down into the rocky abyss. ​"Hold the line, Jaxon!" Lysander shouted, his dark blade a blur of motion as he and Kaelor engaged the remaining mercenaries on the narrow trail. ​Kaelor’s crimson fire tore through the ranks of the attackers while Lysander’s black frost immobilized their limbs... their combined fighting style a devastating, beautiful display of absolute synchronization. ​But one of the berserker mercenaries, his eyes completely blind with rage bypassed the fight by scaling the vertical ice wall. He dropped down directly behind Seraphina, his long, jagg

I looked over to see Corgan and Rave helping Erin to his feet as blood dripped from different body parts and he spit blood on the ground. I tried again to get up but my body was exhausted. Rogan bent down with his hand and our eyes met. He looked sad now and for a brief moment, I saw the flicker of silver in them. His wolf still cared for me at least. I took his hand and as if I was paper he lifted me. The pain shot down my body and we all stood there in attention to the Alpha. The extra guards that were called in approached and quickly in fury I saw the huge brown wolf come from the side and knew it was Rollo. He didn’t change back just came to my side like any good father wood an

She had no idea what mind-set Bruce was in and she had no desire to wrestle with a rogue lycanthrope if she could avoid it. Bruce surged out of the root cellar and inspected his rescuers. He recognized me and roared his greeting. I sighed with relief. Garth, on the other hand received an entirely different response. After sniffing the air around him, Bruce rose up on his hind legs and howled in such an aggressive and curdling manner that the hair stood up on his back.

The way he’d told me exactly what he was going to do—every filthy promise—and then done every single thing, slow and thorough and relentless, until I was shaking and begging and completely undone. I pushed back from the table and stood before I could overthink it. “Lead the way.” We set off as the evening settled fully around us, the air still warm and thick with salt and wild herbs, the kind of scent that makes you feel alive in your skin. Zade walked beside me, close enough that our arms brushed now and then—accidental, but not really. Each little contact sent sparks racing through me, little electric jolts that lit up every nerve ending I’d spent the whole day trying to calm down after th

Highlighting the word Alpha with a mocking tone I egged him on. He nodded his head “Ok” and waved his hand to his men. “Fuck her up, but leave her alive.” I didn’t give them the chance to attack because I swiftly moved forward with an unmatched speed, my hands morphing to my beasts as I quickly moved through the thirteen men and ripped out each and every one of their hearts in less than a minute. I held the last heart in my hand as I moved in front of the Alpha’s face. His was pale and full of shock and he stumbled to find his words, but before he could, my claws plunged into his chest and tore his beating heart out.

the exploding bullet blew his arm off. "Aaaaaargh!" Berserk screamed at the top of his lungs as he rolled across the ground. He looked at his arm and veins appeared in his eyes. Forcing himself to withstand the pain, he got back on his feet and fired his gun, killing two enemies. Now that his magazine was empty, and Berserk could not reload, he hurled away his gun and fell limp to the floor, looking up at the sky with empty eyes. He turned around and looked at Ridge, who was shivering. He reached out his left arm and grabbed Ridge's hand.

It doesn’t matter whose, mine, his, or anyone else. The beast in me demanded to be fed, needed something to patch its wounded pride, and needed some retribution. With a mighty snarl, I charged and punched Leo’s jaw. The sound of crack didn’t make me wince, it only made my beast ask for more. I want more... More.....MORE...... “Yes, that’s it Cerberus unleash your beast, c’mon hit me,” Leo said, avoiding another low kick and again throwing me on the floor on my back.

Chapter 23 – The Edge of Ruin The monstrous rogue slammed forward, its sheer weight shaking the frozen ground. Aria darted to meet it, sword gleaming in her trembling grip. Serena surged inside her veins, lending her reflexes faster than thought, but even with the wolf’s strength the impact rattled through her bones. Steel clashed against claw. The shock knocked her stumbling back, boots slipping across blood-slick snow. Kieran was already there, his own blade biting deep into the beast’s flank. It barely slowed. The thing’s snarling face swung toward Aria again, as though it knew who it had come for.