Rickert Berserk Novels & Stories

I looked at him unphased “I’d love to see you try! You’re no different to all the other dirty rogues I’ve killed, your pathetic” His face turned angry, and his pasty colour turned blush red as his eyes bored into me with such vexation, but I still looked him unbothered, and I let my lips curl into a smirk before him and his fists clenched tightly. “I’ll fucking tear your head off bitch AND WATCH YOU FUCKING BLEED” “AHHHHHH” Layton’s growl shook the ground ”YOU’RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE!” he shouted as he raised his sword and pointed it at Rick “NOW LEAVE OR FUCKING FIGHT”

“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

Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.

His observation skills were the best, and Zen wanted him to be part of the reconnaissance team. Rank #75 and #76 were a couple. Zen didn’t know this information beforehand, but he witnessed them working together as a pair during the first battle royale. The boy looked very different from what Zen remembered him to be. Back then, he appeared wilder with veins popping out everywhere. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a serial murderer, tearing trees down with his bare hands and breaking rocks with his kick. “They call me “Controlled Berserker” because of my ability to remove physical and mental limitations when I’m under the influence of rage. My trigger and controller is Jessica her

It made my hair stand on end and my skin itch as it wrapped itself around me. "Ah, Erik, I've been expecting you. I'm sure you could use some rest after that horrible fall." He said his voice was whimsical and held such happiness as he spoke. He knew so much, but it didn't surprise anyone. His voice caught me off guard as I expected him to sound as dark and evil as his energy. "Of course, but first," Erik said before turning to the others. "These are some of my pack members, you have already met Drake, but this is Lucas, my top warrior. Tom and his mate Greta are my mate's guardians, and this here is my mate Athena. The one who seeks your help." Malcolm bowed his head in respect.

Like part of him was somewhere else. “Snap out of it!” I shouted between strikes, taking down two rogues with one spinning slam. “Reina needs you. Fight, dammit!” But he didn’t answer. Reina’s gag snapped loose, and her voice, raspy and cracked, ripped through the fight. “Ryker!” She sobbed, voice splintering. “Please! Don’t let him win!” Something inside Ryker shattered. It hit like a switch flipping. Ryker erupted inpure fury, no hesitation. He took down two rogues like they were twigs, his claws soaked red within seconds.

At least, that is what I tell myself. Ryker doesn't answer me. Instead, he crouches low in front of me, his massive frame folding down like a predator that wants to toy with its prey. I catch the nasty manner with which his knuckles are bruised with scars, looking so rough like they have seen more than their fair share of fights. I also recognize the serpent tattoo coiling up his right forearm, with another tattoo that is a dead man’s skull circled by a crescent moon in blood-red ink right on his left bicep.

The suffocating, half-century-old guilt surged to the surface, distorting into a feral, apocalyptic madness. Not again. By the ancients, NOT AGAIN. An ancient, Norse berserker roar ripped from Riheirk’s throat—a sound so dark, primordial, and terrifying it caused the very ground beneath his boots to shudder. He didn't draw his broadsword. He didn't use his daggers. Riheirk blurred across the ravine at a speed that defied the laws of physics, a streak of pure, unadulterated vengeance cutting through the night. He descended upon the Blood-born like a falling mountain.

But I was too angry to care. I punched him repeatedly until I couldn’t even see any of his features. His pack howled as the tethers were broken, and I ripped his head from his body and threw it where his son’s was. In my anger, I never bothered to ask for his submission. Maybe he had initially planned to take that route, which is why he wasn’t that scared? "Impressive,"Rick commented."Have you been taking steroids lately?" "No,"I try to catch my breath.

Joel fought like a wolf possessed, his rage fueling inhuman and extreme strength. But Kerric was no ordinary foe. His blade was laced with runes, cutting deep every time it connected. “You think she’ll choose you?” Kerric snarled, ducking Joel’s swipe. “She doesn’t even remember you or know you,get a hold of yourself Joel, you're just a shadow of your former self give up I might consider sparing your life!” “She will and I'm still as powerful as ever and I will never surrender to my subject,” Joel growled, slamming Kerric into a pillar with enough force to crack stone. “And when she does, she’ll see you for what you are,a liar and a manipulator”.