Berserk Casca Griffith Novels & Stories

(Silver haired cute girl) “Me?..I am Cassi Gust, Little Yggdrasil~…Nice to meet you too…what a peculiar ones you are, I feels like have heard that name before..well..now let’s us go and find that ladder..”.(Duchess Cassi Gust)

another added, panic rising in their voices. This was unlike anything they’d seen in Velaris. Normally, a mother’s wolf healed the body almost instantly after birth. But this…this was different. Cassia’s eyes remained closed. Her mind drifted back to the day she left Red Moon Pack… to the beating… to the woman who saved her. “Cassia… Cassia…” a familiar voice echoed in the fog of her mind. “Mom…” she whispered faintly… and then everything went black. Seraphina burst into the ward. Her eyes widened as she saw Cassia lying limp, blood soaking the sheets.

He is the fifth Alpha of the clan, barely the same physique as Caspian, dark blue hair, dark blue eyes, pointed nose, pink lips were as light as peach. He has smooth white skin, almost all his body is filled with tattoos, few piercings here and there except for Caspian who is the sixth Alpha. He also has a good muscular body and characteristics of being lively, silly and extremely. When it concerns Cario and his noisy ways, no one stops him. “In the dark basement,” Caspian replied. “She’s quite stubborn for her age.” “That’s why I want her killed as soon as possible. She is going to be a nuisance to us. Especially if she isn’t cooperating either,’ Griffith came in with his mixed golden eyes,

Their mask cracked, revealing a face— Or what should have been a face. Instead, there was nothing. Just a swirling void. A piece of the Rift itself. The warrior let out a guttural, inhuman sound. Then— They lunged. Lena barely had time to react. The creature moved too fast, its clawed hands reaching for her— Then— A flash of silver. Cassian was there. His sword cut clean through the creature’s chest. It shrieked— But did not die.

"Since you didn't do anything wrong to Grisah then it means Grisah was sent by someone and that someone definitely isn't Guthred. Cause Guthred can't tell Grisah to do such while still making an attempt to save you. My closest guess is Cassie, afterall, Cassie works in our company and infact, I had noticed Grisah in her office more than once." Beocca said. Brigitta sighed, "she will never stop pursuing me, uncle. Should I just leave the house for her?"

, Aloha Hector’s voice crawled into my ears, followed my a sharp pain in my head. “You wouldn’t make it out alive, Alpha. Maybe I shall be worthy of that title when I make you suffer in front of your loyal subjects,” I heard myself say. My fists smash into Alpha Hector’s face. “Hit me. Hit me more. Yes, fulfill your bloodlust to the brim and bring me Merida,” he changed, letting himself get hit by my fist. “To easy,” Marcus said. “It’s time to return Caspian.” He grabbed me by my neck once more, raising me off the ground and letting my legs wiggle till I couldn’t put up a fight.

Rippling black fur coats thick muscle, his shoulders rising and falling with every breath. He doesn’t look at me. He keeps his gaze locked forward as low growls vibrates from deep in his chest. When the Berserker lunges, Cain meets him in mid-air. His jaws snap around the Berserker’s throat and I hear the sickening crunch of bone. In retaliation, the beast’s horns lash out. I watch in horror as one gashes Cain’s shoulder, while the other spears his side. Snapping out of it, I reach for my Berettas, but stop when pain suddenly tears through my back. My body lurches sideways, a sharp gasp ripping from my throat as my knees buckle.

Her eyes were dark… empty of restraint… burning with a cold fury that made Maricris’s heart pound wildly in her chest. “Please…” Maricris whispered weakly, her voice cracking under the pressure of fear and pain. “S-stop…” But Cassie didn’t stop. If anything, her grip tightened. A thin line of blood trailed down Maricris’s cheek as Cassie leaned closer, her grip unrelenting, her gaze utterly merciless. “No one touches Kai Pierce…” Cassie muttered through clenched teeth, each word trembling with a fury she could barely contain. Her nails pressed deeper, drawing another pained whimper from Maricris. “...and thinks they can simply beg for mercy afterward.”

His eyes, old-gold even in the dimness, rested not on the broken chair itself, but on the empty space above it, as though he could still see the dead arranged there in memory. At his right sat Seraphel, whose narrow hands were folded one over the other with such stillness she might have been carved from pale marble were it not for the slow rise and fall of breath. Her dark hair had been braided back from her face in the old court fashion, though the braid had half loosened and one side of her gown was scorched black from shoulder to wrist. Beside her leaned Cassian, younger than the others by some years, his mouth too sharp with anger to be called handsome. He had been wounded in the fightin

Having caught on, Griffin hastily hissed, "Didn't you hear a word I said? I've fought these two old fogeys before. I know how powerful they are. Once I distract them both, you need to find the chance to escape!" "You already said that they're both extremely powerful. What makes you think they'd let me escape?" Cassian retorted. "Pick one." "Cassian…" "Are you picking or not? If you don't, then I will." Griffin had no choice but to reply, "If I have to choose one, I'll take Jorm. Since he got one of my arms, I'll get one of his, too. Cassian, I still think you should find a way to escape—"