Novel & Cerita Berserk Beast

Iron-eating Beast: "Great! It's a deal then! Master~" [Spiritual beast: Iron-eating beast (young)] [Name: Unnamed] [Master: Sebastian] [Strength: Early stage of Foundation Establishment] [HP: 8000/8000] [Attack: 90] [Defense: 85] [Speed: 65] 【Skills: Furious Bite, Furious Thunder, Crushing Strike】 After reading the introduction of the Food Iron Beast, Sebastian knew he had hit the jackpot. At that moment, a game announcement suddenly sounded. "Announcement! The...” ...

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

However the opposite might lead to a catastrophic domino effect. The actual problem here was numbers of beasts pitted against a limited stamina of the party members, and yet their numbers kept increasing. Although the fact that Berserk skills increase a user's strength by 2.5 times is indeed alluring, they also send users into a weakened state. Nevertheless, even if they all decided to turn berserk, the simple math would tell them that it was still far from enough. Their rate of killing was lower than the rate of new beasts appearing out of the shadows.

Then, with a guttural growl, he shattered the mental cage within him and let the beast out. Bones cracked and stretched. Muscles tore and reformed in grotesque surges. Steve’s frame doubled, then tripled, then expanded again until he towered nearly ten feet tall. His once brown fur became coarse and black as coal, his chest and shoulders layered in armor-thick hide. Jagged teeth erupted from his jaw, curling outward like tusks. His eyes burned with a red, feral glow. The Berserker stood, nearly a ton of unstoppable fury.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

Xiao Long also nodded at Huo Yan's words, but he also disagreed with him at the same time, the Berserk state of a Level 5 Demonic Beast was not that simple. The Berserk state, was an ability that Demonic Beasts could release when they had peaked emotions. This state allows their strength to double. But this ability is quite risky because when in this state, Demonic Beasts will just be like crazy animals that attack whatever is around them. The Berserk that a Level 5 Demonic Beast has is indeed different from that of a Level 4 Demonic Beast and below. Level 5 Demonic Beasts were at the level of Spirit Manifestation Cultivators. If someone in the Spirit Manifestation Realm could manifest their

"Berserker needs to eat." Knowing I should just leave it alone, I asked the question. "Berserker?" Asher gave me a toothy smile. "My bear: Berserker. Your tiger is Junior. Taryk's panther is Smoke. Atlas' wolf is Mr. Hyde. Ransom is Tonto. And Saint is Ten." He made a face at the last man. "You took all my fun by already having a name for your inner beast." "Thank Gaia for that," Saint said.

Aegeus's eyes flashed with inspiration. His mind was a mess and his reasoning was clouded, yet he could feel the spirit of war bubbling within him. His power as a Berserker filled his bones with strength and made them tougher than the most precious of stones. His muscles were akin to the thick hide of an Ascension Beast - a beast of divinity - and the blood that run through his veins were as precious as gold. The rubies lodged within his eye sockets gleamed as a great thirst for battle filled his bones. His arms ached, but he was a Body Wielder! Pain, persistence and endurance were his bread and butter! Unless his bones were crushed to dust and his muscles torn to bits, he would still fight!

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

"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.