Berserk Fanfiction Novels & Stories

They felt the power of the Black Demonic Bull that instantly overflowed when it released that red aura. “I-it's a Berserk! This is serious, we have no chance of defeating a Level 5 Demonic Beast that is in a Berserk state!” Feng Ying said. “No, we still have a chance. Demonic Beasts that enter the Berserk state do have stronger strength, but that's all they have. The Berserk state makes them crazy and easy to attack, this will be our advantage.” Huo Yan said. Xiao Long also nodded at Huo Yan's words, but he also disagreed with him at the same time, the Berserk state of a Level 5 Demonic Beast was not that simple.

"Berserker needs to eat." Knowing I should just leave it alone, I asked the question. "Berserker?" Asher gave me a toothy smile. "My bear: Berserker. Your tiger is Junior. Taryk's panther is Smoke. Atlas' wolf is Mr. Hyde. Ransom is Tonto. And Saint is Ten." He made a face at the last man. "You took all my fun by already having a name for your inner beast." "Thank Gaia for that," Saint said.

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!

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.

Evolution Number: 2nd Iteration: After a solid beating from a superior creature, it spontaneously evolved into a physically stronger form with a bigger frame and taut muscles. The berserker ape scraped the bottom of the superspecies category. In fact, it would be better ranked at the top of the normal category. David was about to intervene until he saw what was happening in the pit. Despite her best efforts to dodge, Elizabeth could not fully escape the overwhelming might of the berserker ape. ~THUD~ Elizabeth felt her skin bruise from the strike, an achievement that not even David can do. ~THUD!~ Elizabeth felt the monster strike her face. She feels something wet drip from her nose. Without

Following the unsheathed Dragon Scale Sword, a wave of black-colored cold radiance rushed into the sky, shooting towards Lucian. Berserk. This black light was unusually wild and violent, as if it could tear apart the world. * Bang! * Lucian's eyes widened. He wanted to dodge, but the black shadow was too swift, not giving him any breathing room. “Puchi~~~” After being struck by the black light, Lucian wailed in anguish. He spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately sprayed it onto the white snow. “Berserk sword intent!” Yang Xiao was surprised a lot.

[POV: Viggo] Most people thought Berserkers were just a house burning down. They saw the foaming mouth, the capillary-burst eyes, the hammer swinging without thought. They didn't see the forge. They didn't understand that to hold that much fire inside your skin without turning to ash required a discipline harder than Barzil’s iron. My blood ran hot—literally. A fever heat that lived permanently under my skin, itching to be let out. It crawled along my nerve endings, a constant, low-voltage hum that demanded violence to quiet down.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

I didn’t even blink, suddenly a large thump was heard at the right side of the princess which she manageably blocked with her arms. Wren slid through the bloody looking sandy ground with her buried two feet, she rolled her eyes to her smoky arms, it slightly stung, then moved her face searching for Luna then another kick to the Princess’s other side, Wren strained grunted as she was swept away by the kick, she then manageably held her ground. The spectators finally gained back their joyful roars as they chanted. ‘The Orphaned Berserker! The Orphaned Berserker! The Orphaned Berserker!’

{“I will be your slave, I’ll die for you, no… I'LL LIVE FOR YOU! OWN MY ALL GREAT MAJESTY!” The male’s lovely voice booms across the place. “Fuck, he’s choosing the second option?” a young boy with a template written ‘15’ on it said in shock. The Competition for the companion of the great Berserker, the greatest and most unique of all kings ever had and the last ever Beastdom would ever have.