Rickert Berserk Novels & Stories

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Erik explained in detail his plans. "What is your name?" I asked the man who mastered his courage to step forward to ask a question to Erik. The man was surprised by the second, but he instantly masked it. He stepped forward and introduced himself. "I am Rick, Alpha of Ash Moon pack" He presented his name and bowed. "The Silver Growlers will only follow our orders, and you will follow theirs. They will be our hands and feet," I said, trying to intimidate him. "Understood, my queen," He said, bowing and stepping back.

Not yet. Ryker is the joker in our group. Twisted humor and sharp tongue. Always laughing right on the edge of violence. But when something gets him mad, like really mad he becomes something else. Something quiet and something that plans. We all know he hides the madness behind those stupid laughs and silly jokes. If he loses it completely, he can wipe out entire packs in one night. That’s how powerful our Shadowcrest blood is. Unrivaled in the realm. We keep our peace. Don’t mess with us and we won’t mess with you. Simple rule.

Rachel summoned barriers of moonlight while Drew flanked the rogues from behind, blades flashing. Alex and Brian fought side by side. The Spear of Thorne cut through shadow and blood alike, glowing with divine energy. Every time Alex was struck or shoved, Brian was there—blocking, biting, fighting. But Jerik wasn’t just a fighter—he was a monster fueled by hate. He struck with raw force, throwing warriors aside like dolls. His eyes were wild, and his claws were laced with darkness. He found Alex in the chaos. “You think a mark makes you chosen?” he snarled. “You’re just a pretty Omega with a death wish.”

Luca asks and returns to the book. “Berserk. It's called a berserk”. Erik corrects. “This matrix just shows what to use those who went berserk for. To go to war for Odin. It must be the transformation itself you have read about. It is believed that it could be attributed to Frej”.

I tore off the pearl earrings that Eric had given me as an engagement gift and tossed them into the trash can with a smile. At once, the heat in my body suddenly dissipated. I then quickly sent out a message on my phone. A number of the disgusting men then tried to pounce on me, but I was now fully sober, and I kicked them all to the ground one by one. They grabbed their crotches and howled in pain, their eyes filled with resentment as they glared at me.

His body shifts, bones cracking as he returns to his human form—a battered, broken man with wild eyes and a twisted grin. “This is why I hate you,” he rasps, voice thick with venom. “You’re just a pathetic bastard. You think the world is yours because you’re stronger—” “I don’t remember ever feeling that way,” Kassian cuts in, eyes dull. “Do you surrender?” Ryker grins, teeth painted red. “Never.” He licks the blood from his lips and sneers. “When I win, I’ll have you chained down. I’ll capture that worthless mate of yours and make sure you watch while I show her what a real fuck is—”

Ryker growled, his massive brown wolf form pacing back and forth between us and the giant, platinum-streaked monster that Derrick had become. Derrick let out a mocking, rattling chuckle, his massive paws tearing deep grooves into the floor as he backed away toward a dark, crumbling escape tunnel behind the altar. "You cannot kill me today, Kings," his layered, deep voice boomed, shaking the loose rocks from the ceiling. "I have the bedrock of the pack, and now I have the sky, I am going to claim the outer territories while your little mate rots in the dirt." With a final, deafening howl, the giant black beast leaped backward, disappearing into the dark hole, the sheer force of his exit causi

We all know he’s not particularly fond of the Lycan Alpha. Another pause, longer this time, and then Ryker’s face hardens. “What the fuck did you just say?” he growls, his voice rising. I lean in, trying to catch more of the conversation, to piece together the puzzle from these fragments of information. “You heard me,” Fenriz’s voice comes through, faint but clear. Ryker’s growl is audible even to me. “I’m currently staring at Ruin and Blight. Why did he say he’s there?”

She darted him. "I'm just saying Jax wouldn't harm you." "You were not the one he stared down, bearing his canines and mind gone." "I have been in that situation before actually." I snapped, enlightening her foggy mind. "Then you know how terrified I must have been. Felt." Kate emphasises. "Bersekers are nothing like other wolves. They're unpredictable and fearsome. They have abilities the rest of us don't have. Some of them are hard to kill, others, " She shivers as if she relived the scene before me. "You don't want to know."