Berserk Guidebook Novels & Stories

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.

Berserkers were already inside the outer wall, fighting hand to hand with garrison wolves. "North wall." Rhea shoved a shield at Serna. "They're coming over heavy there." Serna ran. Her leg still hurt from the spear wound but she ignored it. Got to the north wall just as three berserkers came over the top. Cut the first one down before his feet hit stone. Second one got her in the shoulder with an axe, she felt it bite deep. Spun and opened his throat anyway. Third one was huge, had a morning star that whistled past her head. She ducked, came up inside his guard, drove both knives under his ribs.

These berserk werewolves could be the missing werewolves from so many packs. The team was split into two different lines; the Frontier line and the second line. The Alphas and Betas were leading the frontier while the Gammas were leading the second line. The berserk werewolves weren’t that far anymore. Their growls were getting louder with each heavy stomp. When the first berserk wolf appeared, Cohen jumped in and fought it. He bit the wolf by the neck but not deep enough to kill it. Cohen broke the wolf’s front and back paws. The injuries could heal in a matter of hours. It was good enough rather than killing it on the spot.

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

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.

"How dare you still try to implicate Ayna even now! She didn't hesitate to donate millions of dollars and even offered a decade of her own life, just to have the master perform the blessing ritual for you! And yet, you're repaying her kindness with slander?" I sneered as I turned over the trash can, letting the pearl earrings fall out. Then, I stomped on them, crushing them under my shoes. A few black worms then crawled out from the center of the earring, looking absolutely vile and disgusting. "She spent millions of dollars only to get this so-called master to cast a curse on these earrings with black magic! She offered her lifespan to bind the curse to me and transfer her sex addiction to

He'd done this. The urge to turn demonic seized him. Gritting his teeth he fought down the instinct, his body shaking with the effort. His muscles bulged and his fangs elongated, aching to tear and bite through his enemy. He slammed his fist into a pillar, the stone crumbling under the force. He could not afford to turn demonic now. Even if doing so would increase his strength, it would also seal his fate. Berserkers were the strongest among the demon clans, known for their brutality and aggression. When fully demonic their strength increased tenfold, their demonic form perfectly evolved to strike fear. He despised it, a growling and vicious monster.

He simply advanced, heavier than the others, his presence forcing space around him as if the fight itself adjusted to accommodate it. “Here we go,” Hayes muttered, bracing properly now. The first hit landed with real force. The impact slammed into his shield and carried through it, forcing him back as the strain travelled straight through his arms. “Jesus,” Hayes hissed. “My arms have gone numb.” Hayley pushed more into him, but even that didn’t fully stabilise the damage. The berserker didn’t slow down. He stepped in again, faster this time, the weapon rising and coming down with intent.

She nodded knowingly once I was done. “You have heard of berserkers right?” “The mad Viking warriors who fought without fears and from which the work berserk comes from?” “More or less,” she said. “There are a few ways to make a berserker, one includes a potion including hallucinogenic and painkillers, but there are other ways. One is to summon the spirit of a predator, often bears or wolves, in a form of controlled possession. The spirits heighten stamina, pushes limits and the pain threshold too. Pain is there to limit us so not to hurt ourselves. Your nerve endings are there to stop you from tearing your muscles. Which is why berserkers don’t have a long life expectancy, but werewolves ar

When it comes to durability in fights you have already passed this test. Ban:Haha well then all that is left is learning spells while maintaining him. Let me try this incantation I learnt from Reiya '' SELO DE FOGO DO INFERNO'' * * Hellfire_Seal