Berserk Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His observation skills were the best, and Zen wanted him to be part of the reconnaissance team. Rank #75 and #76 were a couple. Zen didn’t know this information beforehand, but he witnessed them working together as a pair during the first battle royale. The boy looked very different from what Zen remembered him to be. Back then, he appeared wilder with veins popping out everywhere. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a serial murderer, tearing trees down with his bare hands and breaking rocks with his kick. “They call me “Controlled Berserker” because of my ability to remove physical and mental limitations when I’m under the influence of rage. My trigger and controller is Jessica her

Under the effects of berserk skill, his resistance to physical pain and his appetite for carnage had reached a point of no return. He started wreaking havoc all over the field. When the people saw this reckless transition of the overall situation, they couldn't be more aghast. They knew that a berserk is an individual's final lifeline. It's not something anyone could just use on a whim. Berserk skill is a horrifying boost of strength that lasts for just a couple minutes. They couldn't determine if he was a ballsy team leader or the century's greatest buffoon, primarily because he wouldn't be able to crawl on the ground after this.

I couldn't help but grit out. Why was Faith acting like this? It was like she was an entirely different person. Her looks only matched Faith's. Everything else, starting from her attitude to confidence, was opposite of her. "My problem is, you think that you can dominate me. But I'm not that easy—" "Are you forgetting that I'm your boss?" I questioned, sounding dead serious. She scoffed. "I'm not forgetting anything. Because you have never been my boss." "So are you saying you don't work at Berserkers?"

“Release the inner circle. Wake the berserkers.” A pause. Then: “Alpha, you said we wouldn’t—” “I’m saying it now,” I cut in coldly. “Unleash them. Unchain the nightmare.” The berserkers were barely wolves. Half-feral, born of breeding and brutality. I'd kept them locked away for a reason. That reason was now kicking down my front doors. “Let Xavier see what happens when you touch what’s mine,” I whispered.

Even if it's just picking her up to take her to her room, it makes me envious and bitter. What are they doing to you, Jessblue? I must find a way to save you from these violent Bampires. I let out an animalistic feral growl as my body begins to shake in rage as I see him wipe her tears away. It should be me wiping your tears. No one should be touching you but me!

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.

"You want me to believe that the solution to my forbidden bond with my enemy is to bond with all five of you?" "It’s not romance, Feral," Kael bit out, though his eyes lingered on her mouth for a fraction of a second too long. "It’s control. It’s survival. Your Berserker power is a runaway train. We are the Found Family that must act as the tracks."

“Four berserkers. Their wolf forms are hideous, just as you wanted.” Zykos laughed, clapping once with genuine delight. “They’re perfect. You did well this time, Fitz.” His eyes darkened as he looked at the berserkers. The sight inside the cage made Liliana’s chest tighten. Four wolves snarling, broken beyond recognition. Bones pushed out from their joints, their bodies carved up by deep, unhealed wounds. Flesh was rotting, barely clinging to them, like it could fall away at any moment. They were hardly alive, trapped between constant pain and madness.

She made a mockery of me. She was faster, deadlier, and her spellwork—damn. She moved like poetry and killed like war. It wasn’t even a fight. She danced around my flames like the fire belonged to her. Then— Crash! One of our Alpha mates was hurled across the glass like a broken doll. Josh stepped through the ruin. His skin was veiny, pulsing red like raw muscle, fangs bared, rage spilling out of him in a crimson aura. His beast—the Berserker—was fully unleashed.

Right now, the most my body could handle is one single punch. "However, of you decide to forcefully take us out, we'll stop holding back as well. Thus, I won't hesitate to stack my second berserk skill too!" "Your second berserk skill! Is that support to scare us?"Grisha smirked as he gazed at him boasting non stop, "You're pretty arrogant for the leader of a unknown party!"