Rickert Berserk Novels & Stories

Lance said curtly, making me remember why I felt like I knew his name. Berserker, a.k.a. Berserkers Storm Corp., was a name that everyone in Las Vegas knew about, maybe it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say the whole world knew about it. It was a casino and resort chain, which featured both gambling and accommodation. My best friend worked as a bartender in one of the casinos.

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

Heratte’s voice slithered through my mind, curling around my consciousness like a viper. I felt it again—that black substance clogging my throat. It dribbled from my lips, thick and vile. I coughed weakly, the taste of it acrid against my tongue. I couldn’t even move to spit it out. I was pathetic. The Death Wolf’s red eyes gleamed with something unreadable. He was waiting. Waiting for Heratte to take over. If only he knew my resolve. Give in, Sera. "N…o." My voice was barely a whisper, but my will was iron.

“You must have broken the chain and mocked me for my childish approach, but here’s the real deal. Your door is locked with your card, and guess what? It’s in my possession. So, sit down like a good boy and enjoy your punishment.” “You, cheater.” Another post-it was laughing at him on the handle, Eric hollered and punched the unbreakable door he specifically ordered for his room’s security. “Vengeance is sweet, Eric!” Rick was rolling in his mind while mocking him, adding insult to his injury. “Just wait, you punk. I will not let it slip easily.” Eric growled angrily, Rick got up in Charlotte’s defense. “Lay a finger over mate and get ready to live like a wolf-less for the rest of your life.”

Rick summoned the spirits of a snake and a karoevou as he jumped tern feet in the air he elongated his body to grasp each missile and flung them back at the omegation. The missile blinded the omegation on contact, allow….. Eric to project a blackout beam to follow up. The omegation generated a green force field around its head before thrusting it first forward us. Eric manipulated the ground infront of us to hault the omegation’s attack. I flew up the omegation’s arm and began to surge with dark lighting coursing around my body. Rick ran across the giant robot’s arm while conjure the spirits of a panther and a cheetah before slashing across the robot’s head.

Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack. The two wolves collided with a thunderous crash, their snarls and growls echoing through the bakery. Claws raked fur and flesh, teeth snapped with lethal intent. Ryker’s agility countered Bruce’s brute strength as they moved in a flurry of strikes and evasions. Despite the chaos, Ryker’s every move was calculated, his wolf form exhibiting both power and precision.

He gripped his wine glass like a lifeline. “Dad, these are the casello's brothers — Lorenzo and Alexei,” She said. “Enzo and Lex, this is my dad — Aron.” “Mr. Rumero is fine,” her dad said with a shortness that made Lilith peer at him. “I’ve always liked Mr. Rumero” Lora said, smiling as she attempted to diffuse whatever tension had built upon the arrival of both father and daughter. “I think it sounds like a superhero. But what would your superpower be, Mr. Rumero?”

Ryker fired his gun and I saw it hit the wolf. Well, it should have since it did hit directly between its eyes. From this angle, I noticed something I hadn’t before. The darts tranquilizers I shot hadn’t touched him, just as Ryker’s bullet hadn’t. It was barely noticeable, but I saw a blue light shimmer when the bullet hit. If it weren’t for Ryker saying that others believed his brother was part witch, I wouldn’t have put two and two together. It wasn’t that I couldn’t wound him, it is because he shielded himself.

"Berserker needs to eat." Knowing I should just leave it alone, I asked the question. "Berserker?" Asher gave me a toothy smile. "My bear: Berserker. Your tiger is Junior. Taryk's panther is Smoke. Atlas' wolf is Mr. Hyde. Ransom is Tonto. And Saint is Ten." He made a face at the last man. "You took all my fun by already having a name for your inner beast." "Thank Gaia for that," Saint said.

The Berserker raised his ax and swung it to the side summing a powerful hurricane that sucked the demons in as they were torn asunder by the razor plasma-infused wind. “You think a little power boost can stop me a champion of the Dark gods then you are sorely mistaken!” Nerro boasted. The king charged at the now half-Demonized berserker despite only having one arm he was able to stop Nerro with a single kick. The sheer force of his kick was enough to break every bone on his arm and smash the Titanium shield into pieces. Nerro jumped back to put some distance between him and the berserker, Khorn unleashed a powerful roar as he grabbed him by the leg and threw him through several columns until