Berserk Edit Novels & Stories

Crimson Fangs - Intact! Mystic Howl - Minus Main fighter. Wild Fang - Intact! Volatile Berserks - Minus 4 support, substitute fighter. Cruelcrest - Minus main fighter, 3 supports. Silent Inferno - Intact! Lunar stone- Minus 4 supports. Blazepaw - Minus main fighter, 2 supports, substitute fighter. Moon's Paladin - Intact! Real Fangs- Intact! Erion- Intact!

"Have some decency, boss. You almost killed him, but you're mating with her? Wow. Just wow." Wakkin didn't stop slow-clapping. He didn't even feel bothered that Winston was glaring at him, as I think he was demanding an apology. "Winston. You should apologize to him." "Why would I?" "You were berserking a while ago." I shared, "You almost killed us!" "I did?" "Yes." Winston looked shocked. Of course he will be clueless because being in berserk will not allow him to retain any memory of berserk. They literally turned into crazed creatures, so I think we can't consider them themselves if they turn berserk like that.

His fur was much shaggier. "What the f*** is that?" "That is Jax's berserker form and everything we know just got f***ed"

A quiet, gentle way to say goodbye. I stood there, unmoving, my heart stirring with something hard to name. After a moment, I opened the package. Inside was the ring I thought I had lost. The main diamond had been found and re-set—polished, gleaming, flawless. Beneath it, a letter. I didn't open it. Instead, I took out a lighter, lit the edge, and watched it curl and blacken into ash. Only after the last piece of paper had vanished did I exhale—slow and long.

She can't hold any longer, the old man already unconscious, I must save her. Bang! Bang! Bang! In the blink of an eye, all of mutant level 1 wipeout, the difference was so big, although the same level, Xiao strength, and agility have a power of Level 4 or Mortal stage 4. Using Berserk his power gets double. He looks tired but feels excited got a thousand crystal.

I spat glaring at him. He turned, “I fucking saved you—” I cut him off, “I didn’t ask for your help. I had it under control before you stepped in” He chuckled irritatingly scanning for the injuries Blake had successfully pulled on me. “Mind the way you speak to me omega” he states insultingly. I sucked a breath finding it very offensive that he tagged me as an omega. Of course, I wasn’t one even the impression I was giving right now screams every shade of it but he had no fucking rights.

I typed 'Berserker' and a lot of meanings appeared but there is one thing that caught my attention. Although similar groups have been found around the world, berserker generally refers to the small class of Nordic peoples who could be found preforming inhuman feats on the battlefield. When in combat a berserker would fight nude and/or completely unarmored, sometimes taking the skins of bears, wolves or other beasts to heighten his appearance. Uncontrollable rage is the signature of the berserker. To enter this rage many would have pre-battle ceremonies in which they would consume alcohol, and work themselves up into a violent, bloodlusting mood through dance and similar actions, and then oft

She nodded knowingly once I was done. “You have heard of berserkers right?” “The mad Viking warriors who fought without fears and from which the work berserk comes from?” “More or less,” she said. “There are a few ways to make a berserker, one includes a potion including hallucinogenic and painkillers, but there are other ways. One is to summon the spirit of a predator, often bears or wolves, in a form of controlled possession. The spirits heighten stamina, pushes limits and the pain threshold too. Pain is there to limit us so not to hurt ourselves. Your nerve endings are there to stop you from tearing your muscles. Which is why berserkers don’t have a long life expectancy, but werewolves ar

The bloody army flow so fast, leaving the flashing afterimages to fill the glowing darkness. These afterimages are bloody, and while it spreading, the glowing darkness is shaking miserably. The bloody army's united voice mumbled, “Berserk, head to the order... Search the priestess!” In an instant, the berserk flash their eyes open, and the bloody eyes slowly engulf with glowing gold. They vanish in their position, causing the repressed golden flame to burst into open!

Last night, I was as cranky as an old lady who lives with at least ten cats. My wolf laughs, finding my words funny. The dragon may be right, I do have a sense of humor. I wonder if my fighting against two berserkers has anything to do with me feeling a bit…off. Berserkers, or werebears, are known for their strength. What if I hit my head so hard during the fight it threw me off my balance? ‘But the witch gave us a healing potion,’ my wolf reminds me. It did heal my body, but maybe not my mind. ‘What if magic was used in the fight? That would explain why my skills with a sword are so rusty.’