Behelit Berserk Novels & Stories

His choice. Njord would never have allowed himself to lose control like that. It wasn’t in his nature. But, unlike some, he didn’t feel contempt for those who did. Men and women had their reasons for behaving in certain ways; he knew that better than most. Also, there was no chance Har would come anywhere near. He himself was fond of the kind of woodland mushrooms which his fellow berserker was trying to quit. His own stomach was strong, given what he had witnessed in battle. Recalling how he had jested with Beyla made him close to smiling, something he rarely did except in this company. He supposed they were misfits like him which suited him fine. Except when it came to her.

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

"Berserk, Level Eighteen—Immortal Demon Emperor!" As Ketta seamlessly escalated from the twelfth to the eighteenth level of his Berserk mode, he underwent a complete transformation. His body was covered in a terrifying aura of spiritual armor adorned with ancient runes, giving him a mysterious and majestic appearance. Most notably, Ketta had manifested four additional arms made of spiritual energy, each wielding a different weapon. Witnessing Ketta's transformation into what seemed like a demonic warrior, Wilbur began to speculate. It seemed likely that Ketta had obtained these special abilities through the power of faith, or perhaps, like Erin before him, he had made pacts with certain spir

The bloody army flow so fast, leaving the flashing afterimages to fill the glowing darkness. These afterimages are bloody, and while it spreading, the glowing darkness is shaking miserably. The bloody army's united voice mumbled, “Berserk, head to the order... Search the priestess!” In an instant, the berserk flash their eyes open, and the bloody eyes slowly engulf with glowing gold. They vanish in their position, causing the repressed golden flame to burst into open!

The doors shattered inward in a blast of violet fire, splinters whistling like arrows. Red Hollow berserkers stormed through the smoke, bodies glowing with bloodline runes, eyes hollowed into soulless pits. “FOR THE NEW GOD!” they roared as they charged. Serna answered with steel. Her hammer slammed into the first berserker’s chest, the spike ripping rune-flesh like wet clay. Magic sparked, trying to burn her fingers off. She held on and twisted until she felt a heart collapse under the force. “Break the casters!” she yelled. “Disrupt that damned circle outside!”

I single-handedly ruined his name, his legacy, and his entire company without a second thought. He glared at me with eyes filled with rage as if he wanted to tear me apart. But I met his gaze unflinchingly. And then, the judge's gavel struck. And the look on Stuart's face finally changed.

Abel's eyes fell on Morris, who shook his head threateningly. "Don't bring me into this, seriously bro." I turned back to Abel, then Morris. "Who says I have a crush on her? She's just someone I work with." "Bro, you're the only person I have met who could learn a car's plate number under three seconds. You have a super retentive memory and you keep 'forgetting' this girl's last name, seriously Carson, you don't fool me." "I've had a lot on my mind lately."

Emerson growls behind me, his hand moving around my throat. "What... What the fuck were you thinking?" I struggle to speak as he gives a rough thrust. A scream rips from my throat at the painful stretch of his size and the fierceness with which he fucks me, but it isn't long before the scream turns into cries and an inaudible plea for more of him. He feels so fucking hard, long... Thick. Fuck, he's everywhere. The pounding is in my head, my heart and every single fucking inch of my body. "That you're Matt's daughter and you should be fúcking innocent, but we both know you're far from that, aren't you?" A mocking sound leaves his lips and I pant, "You're fucking sick. "

We moved out fast and just as we reached the mountains Sergej links me" Alpha something is happening, the Berserkers are running and I feel fear. A lot of that, actually " " I don't know what got them to fear, but the witch killed my mate! Don't let them escape. Kill them Sergej, everyone that you can get!" I command him and feel his anger and sadness. We reach the crave and I see the Berserkers are indeed running, what the fuck is happening? " Don't let them escape!" I say through an open link. " We wont" my men answer angry. I let the bastards to my men and head to the crave , still in my beast form, Felix following me.

Dimitri muttered as he yawned, while some of the werewolves glared at him, chemical junkies, is a forbidden word for the berserker in the werewolf kind. Gale took a sigh, although he hated it when Dimitri was mocking the berserker, he knew that it was very much the truth about the berserker. A mutant that comes from an unnatural selection by drugs, makes them perfect soldiers but also curses the user of the drug to be dependent on the substance.