Berserk Behelit Novels & Stories

That way, Bowen didn't have to live suffering hundreds of years as a hostage, and Berk could live freely as an ordinary human being, not as a slave to a weapon maker. Berk didn’t know how many hundred years have passed, and he couldn't count them. Ever since he received the silver dragon heart, his physical growth stopped at the age of twenty. He looked like he was in his twenties for hundreds of years. His body was burly and towering, resembling a half-giant. His strong hands were silvery in color, from the tips of the fingers to the arms. The silver dragon's heart in his hammer energized both of his hands so that they didn't look like ordinary human hands. Berk knew, ever since receiving e

He stood his ground, his yellow eyes fixed on the red sky, a silent defiance in his massive chest. Then, it happened. A spear, larger and brighter than the rest—a **"Primary Conflict Bolt"**—streaked down from the Golden Eye in the sky. It didn't aim for his heart. It aimed for his *will*. The spear buried itself deep into Fenris’s shoulder.

Phoenix paused for a fraction of a second. His gaze shifted toward them. Not surprised. Not confused. Just aware. Then he moved again, like it hadn’t mattered. “…did you just heal him?” Hayes asked. “Seemed like the right call,” Hayley replied. Riley didn’t comment. Because something else had stepped forward. The berserker. He didn’t rush. He didn’t hesitate. He simply advanced, heavier than the others, his presence forcing space around him as if the fight itself adjusted to accommodate it.

she states reaching out of my jawline. I held her wrist, twisting hard in it. “I thought I made it clear to you, that I never want to see you again? So what the hell are you doing here” I barked. “If you want your omega mate brought back in one piece, then I suggest you think wise and let go of me,” She says. My hold on her loosened up before I instantly pinned her to the wall, “if you dare to hurt even a strand of her hair, I won’t take it—”

Wait, why does he look like a real berserker? Jeje flies through the sky by boosted by the fire igniting on his back like a real Gundam. He flies tearing the wing with his piercing hand and flies back tearing it again. He keeps doing that that Ahol wings are full of holes. Buriko beats the Tasmanian Devil with his ax in rampaging mode. Why does he really resemble Heracles?!

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

In the next instant, a torrent of data streams flooded his mind, and a bluish holographic interface materialized before his eyes. —————— Beff Corros Vitality Race: Gendaya Bloodline: Lower-tier Transcendent (Cursed State) Tier: Fifth-tier (Mid-level Transcendent) Profession: Knight Attributes: Constitution Spirit Energy Mystique Charisma Luck Bloodline/Talents Vitality Battle Armor (Active) Thunderous Gaze (Active) … Knowledge/Skills: Astral Common Language: Lv8 Knight Combat Techniques: Lv17 Continuous Sequential Slash (Active) Battle Qi Frenzy (Active)

A second later, another wolf, this one slate gray, jumped onto the black wolf and grabbed it by the throat. I stared at them in shock. I wasn’t sure how, but I recognized them. The black wolf was Gilliam. I should have known that from the start. Soxor must have done something to him. A berserker spell, most likely. The other two were Sybil and Rydel. It was obvious that they knew each other well. They worked in concert to pin and attack the behemoth that had once been Gilliam. The problem with a berserker spell was that the longer it was active, the more it ate away at the sanity of subject. Gilliam wasn’t able to think of anything but blood now, and he wasn’t able to counter their attacks b

“Just a scratch.” “We need to fall back to the eastern line. Rowan’s trying to regroup.” “No time,” he growls, eyes darting toward the hill. “They’re bringing the berserkers.” My blood chills. The berserkers. Rowan told me they are Nightowl’s most unstable fighters. Feral. Rabid. Uncontrollable. “Kaia!” Rhea shouts from the rooftop. “We need you, NOW!” I see her then, surrounded by three berserkers, each the size of a tree, foam dripping from their jaws.

“Here’s the thing. We are not enemies; we are priests of the seminary. However, we are not friends. The bishop asked that the savage be taken to the battlefront in one piece, and the savage will get there in one piece. As for you, the only reason I make no objections to having you ride under my command is because I hear you are best solution to seminary’s berserker problems on the front lines. Now if you cannot calm the priest down and get him to follow orders then I have no use for you. And if I have no use for you then the seminary has no use for the berserker. I will put him down without batting an eye.” Sethlzaar met his glare. “Have you met the berserker?” Everyone always thought they c