Rickert Berserk Novels & Stories

Crimson Fangs - Intact! Mystic Howl - Minus Main fighter. Wild Fang - Intact! Volatile Berserks - Minus 4 support, substitute fighter. Cruelcrest - Minus main fighter, 3 supports. Silent Inferno - Intact! Lunar stone- Minus 4 supports. Blazepaw - Minus main fighter, 2 supports, substitute fighter. Moon's Paladin - Intact! Real Fangs- Intact! Erion- Intact!

She could feel the cold, viscous dark energy coiled around the wolf core in his chest, feeding on his rage like a parasite. “FIGHT!” The referee slashed his flag down and scrambled backward, desperate to stay out of the line of fire. “DIE!” Barton roared, a sound more beast than man. He skipped all pretense of a warm-up and activated his berserker form the second the words left the referee’s mouth. His massive frame moved with impossible speed. A fist wrapped in earth power tore through the air straight for Eira’s face. The force behind that punch could have crushed the skull of a high-ranking ironhide rhino.

Secretly, he loved a wolf's first blink! "Anyway, Rex! Stand down or I'll put you down." Kit growled, phasing to get his point across. Walking up to Rex. "Shyfter get back, slowly. If Rex charges, I'll take him." Kit ordered. "He's kinda standing on me here. He's strong too." Shyfter commented. "Don't worry. Rex! I'm sorry my friend, but you leave me no choice here." Kit released his diamond aura to bilnd and confuse Rex long enough for Shyfter to get away.

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

He would never let himself be killed by a Strength of a level nine insect. “I admit I was being careless earlier, you won’t get another shot this time!” Ricky said as he moved his palms. Suddenly, a green pair of brass knuckles appeared on his hands. This pair of brass knuckles were different as it shone in a green hue with odd energies wafting about. “It’s time for you to die!” Ricky grovelled, it was as though bouts of energy were about to pour out from his mouth. It did come out elsewhere though as the ground below him shook and cracked. He was releasing a lot of energy.

Partly due to the water armor cutting a whole lot of their damage and partly due to what Kirou expects will happen when its health gets to 10%. "Ladies, I advise you to keep watch of your cooldowns. Its health is about to reach the 10% mark. After that, it will go berserk. When that happens, it's gonna get a whole lot faster and stronger in that state while its defense will take a nosedive. I suggest you use your strongest attacks then as it's busy trying to maul me." Kirou said this in between attacking and running. He made sure to land as many critical hits as he possibly could, as fast as possible before backing off to keep Rodrick's rage aimed at him. This wasn't all that easy when he ha

He looks enraged. “Bu... Buriko?!” Alfi is surprised to see Buriko can match Cindaku. “Let me take care of this fake tiger!” Buriko exclaims. They start the fisticuff. A mythical martial artist versus a Berserker. Of course, they can match each other. Not to mention that they hate losing. Fists, kicks, scratches, smashes, any blow they have they launch no matter how painful it is, they keep launching their fist. Alfi just remains silent watching the fisticuff there.

Lucas naturally wouldn't be afraid of Senior Milky Way. Through the lucky draw, he won the God Ranked Berserk, which could increase his fighting power by 500 times. With the integration of the Apocalyptic Legion, it would not be difficult for him to kill the Gene Fighters at the Rank 10 of the Ultimate Earth Ranked Realm. When the Blood Eagle Organization's members heard the conversation between Lucas and Cory, they were all dumbfounded. From Lucas' expression, they realized that he didn't take Senior Milky Way seriously at all.

“But it’s a surprise, isn’t it? The King of Curses born from a werewolf womb and tangled with me, Ronan’s friend, my enemy. But anything can happen when heaven decides to play dirty.” He grinned, slowly meeting Asher’s eyes with a dark, predatory gleam. “However, I, Ryker Wraithe, who even defied death, will defy heaven itself this time.” His smile widened, the menace in his words clear. “Everyone standing with Seraphina will die.” As he spoke, Alpha Jude noticed Percy stirring. “He’s not…he’s…” Alpha Darious, Spencer, and everyone else instantly tensed, backing away as their eyes widened in disbelief.

I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold. He lets out a cruel laughter, like his teammates dead around him didn't mean anything. "You fight a losing battle. We have a weapon that can kill an immortal." He throws his head back, letting out a hysterical laugh. "You fight a losing battle, mortals!" Ryker's hand extends into a claw, which he plunges into the man's side. I let go of him, watching the last of the rogues crumble to the floor. "They drive me fucking mad," Ryker mutters, walking away, barking out orders to Ragnar's minions.