Behelit Berserk Novels & Stories

Luca asks and returns to the book. “Berserk. It's called a berserk”. Erik corrects. “This matrix just shows what to use those who went berserk for. To go to war for Odin. It must be the transformation itself you have read about. It is believed that it could be attributed to Frej”.

Elizabeth knew that she wouldn't be able to harm the creature with her attacks. So she focused all of her efforts on dodging. While Elizabeth was dodging for dear life, David was intensely studying the evolved ape. He decided to name it the berserker ape. Berserker Ape Classification: Animal Description: A monstrous ape-like creature that was used to battle and combat. They are very aggressive and their thumbs are well-developed unlike their ape cousins on Earth. Possible Effects: Blood may have a large concentration of steroids. Evolution Number: 2nd Iteration: After a solid beating from a superior creature, it spontaneously evolved into a physically stronger form with a bigger frame and ta

Rhys, ever the pragmatic one, stepped forward. "He's right, Elara. We have to suppress it. But we also can’t ignore it," Rhys said, pulling a small, battered leather journal from his bag. "Kael and I have been researching your lineage for months. Berserkers are destabilized by solo bonds, yes. But according to the old lore… they are only calmed and anchored by a Six-Point Harem." Elara stared at the five shifters surrounding her—Kael, Rhys, Zane, Jax, and Cole. "You want me to believe that the solution to my forbidden bond with my enemy is to bond with all five of you?"

She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit. "Oh." Then it clicked cause her eyes lit up. "Wait, that guy who's into the fucked-up minds of serial killers, like you?" She said it like it was a hobby, like collecting stamps or something, not delving into the twisted minds of psychos. This guy had claimed all the theories about serial killers, like Bundy and the like, were bullshit. No connection between the evil they did and their grey matter. Just monsters who got off on hurting others, nothing more, nothing less. Sounded like an arrogant prick, but I'd let him keep thinking whatever he wanted. He didn't know shit about my world, about why I really left Russia. A secret I kept cl

The Berserker raised his ax and swung it to the side summing a powerful hurricane that sucked the demons in as they were torn asunder by the razor plasma-infused wind. “You think a little power boost can stop me a champion of the Dark gods then you are sorely mistaken!” Nerro boasted. The king charged at the now half-Demonized berserker despite only having one arm he was able to stop Nerro with a single kick. The sheer force of his kick was enough to break every bone on his arm and smash the Titanium shield into pieces. Nerro jumped back to put some distance between him and the berserker, Khorn unleashed a powerful roar as he grabbed him by the leg and threw him through several columns until

I bellowed — and let the silver take me. I spurred my mount and charged downhill, straight into the mire. The clash was butchery. My blade sheared through the first leviathan from spine to belly — black, acid‑blood hissing and smoking where it hit the snow. I hit the ground rolling, shifting, tearing through them with claw and steel — smashing armor, severing tentacles, crushing bone. The berserker fire wrapped me in heat that burned through the cold. Around me, the Northern line held — axes, spears, shields — a wall of flesh and iron, driving them back, meter by bloody meter.

Concern saturates Mateo's gaze, "It would soon be a month from the last 'Incident' lord Vincent… are you having any symptoms yet?" Vincent's hands clenched hard as soon as he heard Mateo's words. Now that was an even greater occasion to be concerned about, Lance's greatest curse to him… and a lowest possible point that never fails to haunt him monthly. Berserk night. A night in which his body violently protests against being put off Lance's formulas. Berserk was unpredictable and can start at any hour of the evening; at that point Vincent's bloodlust is heightened to amounts to which he can't hold back, destroying everything in his path, Friend or foe, … it's like an unstoppable demon takes

I couldn't help but find all of this absurd—like one long nightmare. Nyla seemed to want to rush over and say something, but Uncle Eric barked sharply at her and stopped her. Before I slipped into the darkness, the last thing I heard was his especially resolute voice. "Don't be scared, Bryce. I'm here. This time, I'll make sure they pay the price!" … The hospital room smelled of antiseptic as the blood from the transfusion bag slowly flowed into my veins. I looked out at the gray, overcast sky outside the window, my heart feeling even colder than my body.

And it looked wilder, it’s eyes more bloodshot and it’s movements animal-like. “I see, a berserker and a support mage. Good combination” I look at the support mage, thinking of how to get to him first. A sudden blow to my side, sending me flying into a nearby hill reminds me of the berserker demon. “Ow, that hurt” My fortification was broken immediately, I couldn’t even react this time. “How much longer until this damn thing starts working?” I touch my the back of my neck again, this time feeling a faint magical energy. “Fuck this, I’m jump-starting it.” I close my eyes and start chanting “othala ehwaz perthro naudiz”

At first, he tried to talk to the one inside, but hearing no answer, he opened the door ever so slightly… …and was attacked by a beast. The Berserker, with the brand new claws that he had equipped, dealt the finishing blow on the boss of the Hollow Wilds. After its obligatory death sequence, a large loot box dropped in its place, and its contents were received by the members of the two-member party that had slain the monster, the aforementioned Berserker and a Shadowblade.