Novel & Cerita Berserk Griffith Casca

“But I’m not interested in either of you bastards.” With that, I dropped the medicine ball. It nearly landed directly on Cedric’s toes, making him leap backwards. “You little bitch,” Caspar growled, pushing away from where he’d been leaning against the wall, still stroking himself. He surged forward and dropped to a crouch in front of me, still hard, and wrapped the fingers of one hand around my throat. “I should throttle you right here.” “Go ahead.” I looked down at his erection. “Will it finally make you finish in your pants?”

I responded, jumping at him. I don't know when the shift happens, but there's nothing but paws, fur and claws when I land atop him, rolling and clawing at his face. "Berserker" Jeremy hisses at me, before bursting into maniacal laughter. "I'd know that look in your eye anywhere." He claws at my underbelly where I've already shattered my ribs, aiming to do more damage to my now exposed organs. He throws me to the side, hissing at me, hair matted, clothes torn, then the man laughs when his hand suddenly brushes his side finding blood.

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!

I bucked her off, rolled to my feet. The crowd's roar intensified. Morgessa stared at her bleeding arms with shock. "You're stronger than you look." "Surprise." She came at me again. But this time I was ready. I met her strike with my own. Claws against skin. Strength against strength. We traded blows. Fast and vicious. She had experience. I had desperation. And through the bond, Caspian was feeding me everything he had. His knowledge of combat. His instincts. His raw power.

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.

His snarl shakes the air, rolling out of him like thunder. Behind him, chaos erupts in full. Razorbacks clash with Iron Fang mercenaries, gunfire cracking through the compound as wolves tear through steel and flesh alike. The sound is brutal, relentless metal, bone, teeth, and rage colliding in a symphony of war. Then slow clapping cuts through it all. Cassian Vire steps from the smoke like he’s strolling into a ballroom, black leather immaculate despite the destruction around him. His gaze flicks between us, sharp and assessing.

, Aloha Hector’s voice crawled into my ears, followed my a sharp pain in my head. “You wouldn’t make it out alive, Alpha. Maybe I shall be worthy of that title when I make you suffer in front of your loyal subjects,” I heard myself say. My fists smash into Alpha Hector’s face. “Hit me. Hit me more. Yes, fulfill your bloodlust to the brim and bring me Merida,” he changed, letting himself get hit by my fist. “To easy,” Marcus said. “It’s time to return Caspian.” He grabbed me by my neck once more, raising me off the ground and letting my legs wiggle till I couldn’t put up a fight.

Blood. He was stronger than I remembered. His rage made him faster, more savage. His claws raked across my chest, leaving deep gashes. I bit into his shoulder, tearing flesh, but he didn’t stop. We circled. We lunged. We slammed into each other again and again, the sound of our clash louder than the rest of the war. “You took her from me!” Caspian’s voice echoed in my head through the bond of beasts. “I’ll rip you apart for it!”

Sebastian, a warrior in training, guarded the left flank, and Cassie was on the right. Wait, Cassie? I looked back and scanned over her rusty-red fur and piercing blue eyes that were full of purpose as a grey wolf tried to get through the line. Cassie’s paw scraped the grey wolf’s side as she bent and bit into her neck. There was the guttural sounds of a wolf yelping before silence ensued. The grey wolf’s blood splattered over the ground as Cassie clamped her teeth and wrenched back, looking feral with her muzzle covered in the coppery-smelling lifeforce that now caked into her fur.

said Coach Burt although, he had no real hope that the new arrival could pull a second fluke victory and outwrestle Rick Channon when everyone else had been unable to even attempt such a feat. Casey narrowed his eyes at Brick wanting nothing more than to wipe the smug grin off his arrogant jerk face. He approached the mat and Rick had done the same. Casey scanned him for any signs of weakness and found none aside from the obvious one being his freakish cock. He and Rick locked up as the arrogant brute laughed and taunted him using only a fraction of the strength Casey had known him to be capable of. "Stop fucking with me, jerk!" growled Casey not only voicing his rage toward the older brute