Rickert Berserk Novels & Stories

STR-186 DEF-155 DEX-31 Speed-56 AGI-56 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Fire Art( Unique) Dark Vision(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Unique) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Feral Lunge(Mystic) Hunger For Blood(Unique) Recharge(Mystic)] [Necromera- Mystic rank] Name: Nero Level 33 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/80000

Her wolf twisted within her chest—frustrated, caged, silent. She whispered to her internally. Please. Not yet. Just let me do this. Her wolf didn’t answer, but she curled back slightly. “Begin!” barked the recruiter. Ryker surged forward like a bullet. No hesitation. Rian sidestepped the first blow—not out of speed but out of instinct. His elbow still caught her shoulder, jolting pain through her. She stumbled but kept her footing, whirling to face him again. He came at her harder the second time.

Faint blue flashes of lightning enveloped Wilbur's body, emitting a terrifying aura that even shocked Ketta, who had just unleashed the sixth level of Berserk mode. Witnessing Wilbur's immense transformation, Ketta coldly remarked, "I didn't believe you could kill Erin, but seeing your strength now, you've indeed earned the right! But if you think you can defeat me, you're underestimating me." With those words, Ketta charged at Wilbur, wielding his Scarlet Hammer.

“Alpha.” At least he wasn’t as mad. “Go.” “His name is Ricky. They just know him from the streets. I guess he was a warrior for another pack. They didn’t know what pack, but I guess he is highly trained.” “Ricky what?” Beau’s voice had an edge to it. “Brett, what did he look like?” Gavin and I met eyes. The edge to Beau’s voice was making me nervous. “Black shaggy hair. He had a scar across his face.”

I decided to ditch the suit today and wear my usual biker attire with my hair loose; there’s no point in trying to look proper in front of a man who knows where my sons are hidden away. Five men eventually surround me, and when they get off of their Harleys, I can pick up on the faint scent of fear from four of them, all except the one walking towards me. He removes his helmet and chuckles; it doesn’t surprise me that Ryker would station one of his most ruthless members so close to the border where our territories meet. “Alpha Fenriz, what brings you into Horsemen territory?” Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face.

Berserkers were already inside the outer wall, fighting hand to hand with garrison wolves. "North wall." Rhea shoved a shield at Serna. "They're coming over heavy there." Serna ran. Her leg still hurt from the spear wound but she ignored it. Got to the north wall just as three berserkers came over the top. Cut the first one down before his feet hit stone. Second one got her in the shoulder with an axe, she felt it bite deep. Spun and opened his throat anyway. Third one was huge, had a morning star that whistled past her head. She ducked, came up inside his guard, drove both knives under his ribs.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

If Erick wasn’t going to move, Jonathan was going to make him move. “We need to think rationally,” Erick told him. Jonathan’s Alpha voice didn’t seem to faze him; maybe because Erick was an Alpha as well and had his own voice and his own strengths. It also didn’t hurt that Erick was a bit bigger than Jonathan and could probably take him in a fight. It would definitely be a close match, but I’d put my money on Erick over Jonathan. Plus, according to Ronnie, Erick doesn’t back down from any kind of fight and he can pack a punch.

He jerked looking behind at her, His eye color kept switching between black and blue, finally stopping at black. Evelyn realized Ryker sensed the absence of his mate, He went berserk. He headbutted Luka, breaking his nose, kicking Amanda simultaneously. Evelyn's eyes went wide, as he jerked her off her, pinning her down holding her captive. She cried out when he crushed her injured arm. Evelyn gritted her teeth, u

“Now this is your weapon. Follow them. I can save your worthless life. Don't lose them and run to me. There will be replacements. If anyone lives here, they should give it back. If one of you dies, the survivors must return their weapons. If you want, leave the corpse to the raven and return the sword. Now I point you to your nails. This is your main combat unit. Train together, eat together, hunt together, die together. Step forward when I call your name. Haakon mentioned five names that Ragnar did not recognize. Five new recruits challenged Sgt. He motioned for them to leave and then called out the names of five others. Ragnar wondered if his name would be mentioned, but it wasn't. Five mo