Berserk Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

As the giant trunk started to go down, the berserker ape’s exhilaration was reaching its peak. Then it hits. The sound of wood splintering echoes in the woods. Then the berserker feels a tough object strike its chest. It backs away in pain unable to release it in the form of a roar. It vomits blood. It was hit by something. Opening its eyes, the berserker sees the Draco’s claw clenched into a fist. How did it know to do that? It simply copied the berserker’s attack except that it was supported by a far more powerful force.

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!

The silver claws bypassed the thick ribs and found the lung. "This is for the ravine," Joshua whispered into the rogue’s ear. He twisted his hand. The sound of tearing muscle was loud in the sudden silence of the clearing. Joshua ripped his hand back, a spray of dark blood hitting his face. He didn't blink. He didn't wipe it away. The Berserker tumbled backward, his massive body hitting the mud. He tried to shift back to human form to heal, but the silver was already in his system, blackening his veins. He gasped, his chest caving in, and went still.

He looks enraged. “Bu... Buriko?!” Alfi is surprised to see Buriko can match Cindaku. “Let me take care of this fake tiger!” Buriko exclaims. They start the fisticuff. A mythical martial artist versus a Berserker. Of course, they can match each other. Not to mention that they hate losing. Fists, kicks, scratches, smashes, any blow they have they launch no matter how painful it is, they keep launching their fist. Alfi just remains silent watching the fisticuff there.

The Hell-Hound's body convulsed, and it tried to reverse course to swim back to the surface. But Berk didn't let that happen. With all his strength, Berk swam and stabbed his crescent blade right into the Hell-Hound's chest. He stabbed it deeper and deeper until the crescent blade pierced the Hell-Hound's heart. Then, with all his might, Berk twisted the crescent blade until the Hell-Hound's heart shattered. The Hell Hound's black blood flowed out and hit Berk's face. Berk accidentally swallowed the black blood. Cough! Cough! Cough!

Their faces were as blank as ours were etched with humor. Asher turned back to Mason, crossed his arms over his chest. "Rude." I laughed as I made my way over to his side, kissed his cheek. "I think there's at least one person in here who has dominion over your beastie, babe." We both looked at Scarlet. She gave him a little finger wave. "Fine. No one but Cherrypie dominates Berserker." Mason chuckled again as if he'd gotten something caught in his throat. "You named your beast Berserker?"

The second phase was a war between 4 teams, each teams have a color and consist of 40 person, AHMET ROSILIA and ANGY were in the same team the bleu team the game was each team should defend her flag and in the same time destroying the other teams flag, it was very quick ANGY attacked the red team and managed to steal the flag without they noticed , ROSILIA sent an arrow and destroyed the yellow flag, and AHMET took down the army of the green flag by his own, a berserk defended the bleu flag from the attackers and he managed to take down 20 attackers by his own power without any help. The last phase was a one versus one combat all our heroes managed to win until the last 8. AHMET versus the D

What I do has nothing to do with you. Stuart turned his head to the side and scoffed impatiently. "You're the wife of the CEO of Creed Group. How could it have nothing to do with me? Stop being childish. The one-day deadline I gave you is up. If you don't drop the case now, I'll cut off Alfred's medical care." I responded with a calm smile. "Do as you please." Stuart froze and frowned hard. "Yesterday, you were ready to fight me to the death for him. Now that you've got yourself a new man, you're tossing him aside? What a good granddaughter you are! Clearly, you're just jealous and picking a fight with me!

I glare up at Levi Crosswalk, hatred tightening every muscle in my face. "I reject you, Levi Crosswalk, and I will never be your mate—in this life or the next!" I spit, venom dripping from every word. His jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists. "And I reject you, Anastasia Purrey. I hereby break the mate bond between us. You’re free to prostitute yourself wherever you choose." His words are cold, cruel, deliberate. The insult lands like a slap. I raise my hand—rage burning in my veins—but he catches it midair and yanks me close. Too close. I can feel his breath against my cheek.

However, Tristan didn't seem to care about what the Berserkers were showing; he was just trying to survive the attack and counterattack the Berserkers. "Why are there so many bullies lately...?" muttered Tristan as he ran up to one of the Berserkers and gave him a punch in the stomach that sent the Berserker tumbling backwards from the force of Tristan's push. However, seeing his friend being attacked by Tristan, several other Berserkers simultaneously attack Tristan. In fact, they were able to hit Tristan in the face with a kick and send him flying, landing on the grapevines that had fallen due to Tristan's body being kicked by the Berseker.