Berserk Book First Page Novels & Stories

I should frame this! I continued opening the pages of the book but they were just pure white and empty. I sighed , my hands dropping to the book. Maybe the whole point of looking into the box was to find the picture. All of a sudden my hands began to glow really brightly and so did the first page of the book, or maybe not!. What in the world is going on?

It doesn’t matter whose, mine, his, or anyone else. The beast in me demanded to be fed, needed something to patch its wounded pride, and needed some retribution. With a mighty snarl, I charged and punched Leo’s jaw. The sound of crack didn’t make me wince, it only made my beast ask for more. I want more... More.....MORE...... “Yes, that’s it Cerberus unleash your beast, c’mon hit me,” Leo said, avoiding another low kick and again throwing me on the floor on my back.

"I have just been gone for five minutes, Rohama. In that short period of time, this is what I get coming back?" I could see Yamiko's brow arching in exasperation. His eyes wandered around each corner of the room. It made him frown. The area was a mess. Books were spread at the floor like an earquake had happened. I thought of an excuse but couldn't articulate a logical one. "It's just b—ouch!" The cerulean creature pulled my hair with its small fingers. I tried to swat it using my hands but the transparent wings like dragonfly were fast enough to avoid my attacks.

“Thank you.” His expression softened. “Take your time.” I slowly moved forward, letting my eyes travel across the collection. Some books looked relatively normal. Others appeared ancient. Several bindings were cracked. A few looked like they might fall apart if I breathed too hard. Some were labeled. Others weren’t. My attention immediately landed on a thick book sitting up very high, not even eye level. Something about it stood out. “Can you grab that one?” Raiden reached up and pulled it free before handing it over. The cover was dark and worn smooth with age. I opened it right where we stood. My brows immediately rose. “This is about prophecies.”

CHIKA WHITMORE "Keep your breathing shallow and drop your shoulders, little wolf," Malik Arden whispers, his deep voice carrying a strange, heavy warmth as he slides into my private medical bunker. He places a woven container of wild forest berries directly onto my steel locker, his eyes scanning the biometric wires attached to my ribs. "The network is bleeding with poison about your rank, but the Afolayan fleet is already moving to crush the leak."

"The first page opened by itself but the rest of the book stayed blank." Valkyrie folded her arms. "So only the first page could be read." "Yes and that's when I realized it wasn't part of the Codex at all." Kael frowned. "What do you mean?" "The Codex records history, the first page changes it." No one interrupted her. "I only read the first few lines." Her voice dropped. "They weren't written like a record, they were written like... an invitation." Rynese frowned. "An invitation to what?"

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻

With that, he left me at the table with the book in my hand. I eagerly flipped open the pages and came across the introduction penned by the author. It read, "In this book, we have compiled all the authenticated information about Cerberus the Reaper and his Minions." As I delved further into the pages, I stumbled upon a passage that increased my interest - it detailed a ritual involving the creation of a salt circle, triggering a flashback of a night from my past. Intrigued, I decided to start from the beginning, where a warning greeted me: "If you are faint-hearted, do not proceed. This is not your typical fantasy."

Free. Beautiful. It felt like he'd captured a moment even I didn’t know was special. The thumping of my heart was almost overwhelming. Beneath the frame lay a small leather-bound journal. My fingers brushed across its cover before opening it. The first page was handwritten, his script neat but bold: Things to know before your wolf comes. The title alone made my throat tighten. I turned the page, reading a few lines. They weren’t from a textbook. They were personal and practical.

But Ren was not there. "Impossible!" The 1st Emperor cried from the destruction of his favorite weapon. Incensed in rage, his hand wrapped in Ion energy. As he used a technique to destroy the mace as revenge. 'Behemoth Strike!' A large whale appeared and rushed forward. "Pathetic!" Ren's voice said from the wind. He reappeared right behind the 1st Emperor and riped the man's armor off. Dodging a quick strike, Ren shifted over to the man's side. His arms turning to hooks as he peeled more of the armor off. "To weak, to stupid!"