Rickert Berserk Novels & Stories

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.

Trees towered above, silent sentinels. Erebus laughed, deceived by his numbers, until Ryker's men growled, trapping him. Fear flickered in Erebus's eyes.. Erebus laughed as he thought he had more warriors than Ryker did, and then he heard his own men growling at him, They had him surrounded, he was trapped. Ryker laughed. Ryker's eyes locked onto Erebus, his rival's hatred fueling his determination. Ryker smiled with cunning strategy, Ryker had outmaneuvered Erebus's, as he backed up into the tree line to watch the show.

Kit released his diamond aura to bilnd and confuse Rex long enough for Shyfter to get away. "I'll stand down when you do." Rex's growl sounded strange when he was blacked out. "Fine. You were always the wild card, Rex. We have a purpose here, and must serve that purpose." Kit said phasing back into his human. "No, Kit. You're gona want to stay as a wolf for this!" Moon yelled and charged Rex, pushing Kit aside. "What the hell are you doing? You're going to get hurt!!" Kai picked himself up off the ground.

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”.

Rhett said, wearing an uneasy look. “Then if it is war he wants, it is war he’ll get,” I said waiting for a reply, but Rhett didn’t say anything to respond. “Won’t you fight for your pack?” “What’s there to fight when you’re fighting Gertrude?” Rhett replied in fear. “Would Ricky have backed out of such a fight? Huh?” “Honestly, Ricky’s the only werewolf alive that can take on Gertrude because Ricky possesses a rare and special ability no other werewolf alive today possesses.”