Behelit Berserk Novels & Stories

She nodded knowingly once I was done. “You have heard of berserkers right?” “The mad Viking warriors who fought without fears and from which the work berserk comes from?” “More or less,” she said. “There are a few ways to make a berserker, one includes a potion including hallucinogenic and painkillers, but there are other ways. One is to summon the spirit of a predator, often bears or wolves, in a form of controlled possession. The spirits heighten stamina, pushes limits and the pain threshold too. Pain is there to limit us so not to hurt ourselves. Your nerve endings are there to stop you from tearing your muscles. Which is why berserkers don’t have a long life expectancy, but werewolves ar

However, as the wolf blood inside him burned and boiled, he once again entered that berserk state he experienced upon emerging from the source of the Water of Remembrance. Furthermore, the wolf blood had evolved. This time, the berserk state was even more thorough and fierce, granting Andrius power comparable to heaven and earth. Boom! Bam! Thud!

His voice was a low, deep rumble in the morning air. "I am," I said, my voice just as flat. "The black one," he said, patting the neck of the beast on his left, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bitch. Her name is Hela. She will try to kill you." I just stared at him. "The one on the right," he said, patting the other, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bastard. His name is Fenrir. He will kill you."

Hell? I was the actual one who had crawled out from hell. The victims' families blocking my way saw me try to leave, and the crowd grew restless. A large man charged at me, shouting, "Give me back my son!" While the families were indeed pitiful, it did not mean they had the right to hurt me. "Ah!" There was a hoarse scream, and a police officer had already stepped in, throwing the man to the ground with a shoulder throw, pinning him down.

He kept pointing at Taggart to warn him. "I will never accept it! I'm part of the pack. I'm also part of this family." He snarled more. Bruce then encounters an angry Matthew standing in front of him. "I will never apologize for what my son did to you. You deserve it. You refer to him as "mud blood," and I promise never to spare your life again." Bruce stated. He showed angriness, but he was elegant. Bruce was someone who was able to control his relentlessness. He would never attack without reason. It made Andreas show respect to Bruce, who was still an Alpha in their pack.

According to Malik, Beherit is a storm demon who Rainn and Liam had a kill order on his second in command and brother Apollyon. He said that after they killed him Beherit went crazy and has been plotting his revenge ever since. They knew who he meant immediately, and we have been training hard every day since. Three days ago, we had a visit from Jamison, who is the weapons specialist for the Vindicta. Rainn thought it would be a good idea for me to choose my specialty weapon. He told me to choose wisely and that I would know when I held it.

Hearing her call him berserker felt like she was cursing at him or making a bad reference, whereas before, when he heard that word from other werewolves, he had this proud feeling like he was getting an award of the sort. It filled him with the strength he needed to carry out the deliciously evil tasks that involved him killing trespassers and werewolves brave enough to stand against him. He longed to hear her call him out by his name even once. Well, that was not happening by all ramifications anytime soon since he was neither going to call her by her name. Mara had made it explicitly clear that the longer he called her woman, the longer he would keep hearing her call him berserker. Sebasti

"What?! How can Berserkers be in this place?" asked Tristan in a bit of a panic, knowing that there were Berserkers in a private place like this. Bersekers were wolves transformed by a witch's curse, and they tended to never transform into humans at certain times like other werewolves, but they were still able to maintain their rationality. They tended to hide in the middle of the forest, along with their pack, and had very little familiarity with humans. They almost never had any contact with humans unless a human intruded on their territory.

Right now, the most my body could handle is one single punch. "However, of you decide to forcefully take us out, we'll stop holding back as well. Thus, I won't hesitate to stack my second berserk skill too!" "Your second berserk skill! Is that support to scare us?"Grisha smirked as he gazed at him boasting non stop, "You're pretty arrogant for the leader of a unknown party!"

His vision became disoriented for a while. “You piece of shit,” Damon growled, crackling his knuckles. “Who do you think you are, blocking an Alpha?” Jamie's body tensed, but still forced himself to look at Damon in the eyes, not in the least backing down. Damon's eyes bulged out in surprise. As If he couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was never heard that a beta would challenge an alpha, not to talk of the known trash like Jamie who was known to not have any wolf or abilities. The pack Trash.