Berserk Apostles Novels & Stories

I say, still watching Seraphina until my dad pulls me roughly to my feet. "You heard him, Abaddon fought off six adult rogues, single handed to protect the pack." He raises my hand, ignorant of the pain in my shoulder and smiling proudly at the rest of the pack members in the clearing. "He will make a fine Alpha when the time comes. This calls for a celebration." "Alpha, with your permission, I'd like to take Seraphina home." Sera’s father asks.

Azrael asked while removing Seraphine's shackles. “Didn't you say to resign? We have the same reason, maybe they don't want us to leave the organization of life,” Seraphine replied and immediately wiped the blood on its head. "Did you count how many people were outside?" he asked seraphine as he prepared his guns. “I think there are ten of them. Do you have a plan?” He replied as he peered at the opponent’s outside "Yes, do what you are good at.”

Allen asked as he gaped at his mate. "When a A-Class is kick out, their status as an Alpha, a Beta or an Omega is... revoked for lack of a better term," Sebestian said, pulling Allen back down the alleyway and away from Ram as he started muttering to himself again. He deactivated his wings, watching as Allen dropped his own magic as he led him from the alleyway and across the street, pulling him into an all-night diner and ordering two coffees as he let his mate process the information. He pushed Allem into a booth and set the coffee down in front of him, sliding into the booth next to him.

it's a disaster “I know you are not my son, but I will punish you .” Madly out of his anger, he said to attack Mars, who quickly passed him screaming "Thank God, I am not the son of someone like you. My name is the Alpha Gods of War, so you know that I am ready to wage a war that I will lead against you." Arrogant and arrogant, he said, and when he wanted to punch Darkel again, he crossed him to break his foot from the bottom violently and quickly.

He gently caressed her cheek with his palm and she swatted him away like an annoying fly still glaring waiting for his answer. "A demon Ally and next to Lucifer you’re THE demon. Your fate is to be the queen of darkness here on this plain, as is it mine to be your King." Drake had never felt so proud and the more she resisted him the more he wanted her. " Queen. Apocalypse. Yours. I don’t think so. Why would I want to help bring about the apocalypse? My father might be a demon, but my mother was human. Part of me is still human. So don't sit there and start with this fate crap because I make my own fate. I refuse to believe that this is the only way." She said it with full hearted conv

This was the secret of the True Goddess's power. A Berserk Mode! Berserkers like Selina and Aegeus were rare because it wasn't easy to awaken the power of a rage fighter. However, the True Goddess had been able to share this power with her subordinates and create a false state of berserk that had a few side effects on its user.

"That is what happened. The gods were a major part of our lives then. Today, the people have all but forgotten them except in myth and story." "Okaaaay." Liv drew out the word. "We'll go with that for now." Brodi frowned at her but continued. "The gods wanted to contain the power of my family so they cursed us. If the male heir, the pack Alpha, did not find his fated mate within a certain time, he turned into a Berserker. A Berserker is a being who has immeasurable strength but no reason. He kills indiscriminately. He cannot, therefore, lead a clan or pack. He must be put down." Brodi's voice lowered. "Many members of my family were killed over the years by an Alpha who went Berserker before

’ ​As if responding to my panic, the system interface materialized right above my bed, flashing bright new text: ​[System Initialization Complete.] —​Innate Skills Granted: —​[Foresight] (Level 1) —​[Pocket Dimension] (Level 1) —Core Objective: Survive the Apocalypse. ​Yeah, skills and abilities, I thought, staring at the screen. I remembered in the future, there were certain people who awakened special abilities when the apocalypse began—people who could control vines, produce fresh water, manipulate metal, and things like that. But those gifts were strictly reserved for a select, lucky few. I had been among the unfortunate, ordinary masses.

Three massive figures stepped out. They were ten feet tall, clad in golden armor that shone like the sun. They wielded massive hammers and shields. They didn't look like monsters. They looked like angels. BOSS DETECTED: THE SERAPHIM. LEVEL: 99. TYPE: ANTI-VIRUS PROTOCOL. "They're hunting the glitches," Jax said, gripping his data-sword. "They delete anything that doesn't follow the script. They've already deleted the Merchant's Guild."

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."