Rickert Berserk Novels & Stories

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

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.”

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

It was similar to Mana depletion but specific to Sol only. "Due to the Sol's natural behavior to always replenish the amount of Mana inside them, when it was reduced to a certain treshold, a condition called berserk will happen. Berserk is like you reaching out to any available Mana resources that you can find and absorb them, and due to me becoming your partner, I will be your main target because I have a large amount of Mana." Noel explained after Ricky regained consciousness from his berserk. "But you have to also be careful because uncontrollable berserk could lead to death of your partner."

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."