Novel & Cerita Berserk Fanfiction Crossover

The giant beast shook his head violently, snarling, caught between bloodlust and memory. “Don’t make me fight you too,” she whispered. The Berserker took another step—then stopped. Trembled. Emma turned her attention back to Terra, who had already pulled out the needles and was ready to strike again. Emma was caught between a massive beast that was once Steve and a blood lust filled succubus. She was trapped and the large wound on her thigh made moving difficult. She knew that she was going to die if she did not do something quick. Terra was already in air flying at her while the Berserker was running at her at the same time.

I see her then, surrounded by three berserkers, each the size of a tree, foam dripping from their jaws. I break into a sprint. I shift mid-run, my limbs elongating, fur tearing through my skin in a painful rush. The world sharpens. My growl reverberates through the battlefield. I leap, claws sinking into the back of one berserker’s neck. We tumble together, a tangle of fur and fury. He howls and tries to shake me off, but I sink my teeth into his shoulder until I hear bone crunch. Another slams into me from the side. Pain explodes in my ribs. I hit the ground hard, vision blurring. But I get back up. I always get back up.

I couldn't stand by while my Alpha destroyed everything. I walked into a dungeon, the stench so thick it burned my throat. In the deepest cell, the Alpha was interrogating a prisoner. He heard me and turned. Dried blood still clung to his face — and the moment I saw it clearly, my eyes went wide. The dream shattered. I opened my eyes. The face from my dream was staring back at me, creased with worry. "Serena — how do you feel?"

I couldn't help but find all of this absurd—like one long nightmare. Nyla seemed to want to rush over and say something, but Uncle Eric barked sharply at her and stopped her. Before I slipped into the darkness, the last thing I heard was his especially resolute voice. "Don't be scared, Bryce. I'm here. This time, I'll make sure they pay the price!" … The hospital room smelled of antiseptic as the blood from the transfusion bag slowly flowed into my veins. I looked out at the gray, overcast sky outside the window, my heart feeling even colder than my body.

The system voice suddenly appeared in Lucas' mind, "Beep! Congratulations, master, for obtaining a chance for a random lucky draw." ... Lucas was stunned. It has been a long time since he had the chance to win the lucky draw. Without thinking too much, Lucas used the lucky draw this time. Suddenly, the virtual pointer needle in his mind kept spinning in the roulette. A few seconds later, the pointer stopped. "Congratulations, master, for winning the super Berserk x1." "Super Berserk: It increases battle strength by a thousandfold after usage." Lucas secretly smiled, thinking that whatever he wanted, he would get it.

With the help of Jordan, I leave the party. I can feel Alpha Ben’s gaze on my back, his sour lemon scent burning my lungs. But Jordan’s presence helps me remain calm, his orange scent making me feel safe. It does not take long to make it to the clinic. Doctor Viviana is busy helping two females that don’t belong to the pack. One of them is not a werewolf but of another species. Safia sends me the image of a bear, letting me know the female is a berserker, a werebear. A big gash is on her right thigh, while the werewolf female smells like silver.

He fired a shot into the air which traveled into the berserker's throat. The berserker turned its attention to Lucian, his eyes glowing red with fury. The massive brute charged at the golden-haired man, his jaws snapping inches from the man's face. Lucian dodged with ease, slashing his sword down to sever the berserker's arm. Mason let out a howl of pain but didn't slow down, continuing to attack with reckless abandon. Distracted by Lucian he failed to notice the lycan beast which crept up behind him and plunged his fist with claws into the berserker's guts.

"Berserk, Level Eighteen—Immortal Demon Emperor!" As Ketta seamlessly escalated from the twelfth to the eighteenth level of his Berserk mode, he underwent a complete transformation. His body was covered in a terrifying aura of spiritual armor adorned with ancient runes, giving him a mysterious and majestic appearance. Most notably, Ketta had manifested four additional arms made of spiritual energy, each wielding a different weapon. Witnessing Ketta's transformation into what seemed like a demonic warrior, Wilbur began to speculate. It seemed likely that Ketta had obtained these special abilities through the power of faith, or perhaps, like Erin before him, he had made pacts with certain spir

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!

General Abtez was lucky because as one of the Berserker generals, he was popular with women, and he didn't risk losing his immortality if he had sex with someone. Berserkers were sexual beings and loved the challenge of convincing a virgin to bed them. They were the strongest warriors in Odin's army; they wore the furs of wolves and bears and when they went berserk, their muscles would grow and they would become bigger and ten times stronger, with claws shooting from their fingers and fangs protruding from their mouths, taking on animalistic qualities. Their eyes would glow an ice blue, which gave them the ability to see in the dark. Some of the stronger Berserkers could even shape-shift int