Novel & Cerita Berserk Guts Griffith

"Hand over the treasure or I'll your life right here." Surrounded with no other escape route, Severin gripped the Scarletsky Sword and Green Shield. He covertly activated his trump cards—the Chaotic Swordshadow and the Lotus Divine Attack—as he faced Gerry and warned sternly, "Leave if you don't want to die!" Gerry's face darkened in anger. As a disciple of the Burkes and a prodigy of one Eastplain's eight great families, few would dare to disrespect him like that, much less subject him to such humiliation. Gerry's face became gloomier, as he was aware that negotiating was not going to bring them anywhere. He knew that the only recourse was to take the items by force.

The drainage grate was a massive grid of rusted iron, three inches thick, embedded directly into the fortress foundation. Gideon stepped forward, raising his hands, but Eldrick didn't wait for magic or levered iron. He let out a low, guttural roar as his muscles swelled, his fingernails lengthening into thick, black claws. He grabbed two of the central iron bars with his bare hands, the residual silver-weave lining the archway searing his palms with white-hot smoke. He didn't let go. With a sickening, metal-tearing screech, Eldrick ripped the heavy iron frame clean out of the stone mortar, hurling the twisted metal into the black water behind us.

SERA: Two of my men moved first, Griffin stood his ground. “We don't wanna hurt you, old man, we could just give us what we need and we will be on our way.” His eyes locked on me, ignoring the two men approaching him. Could it be that this old man may not be as weak as he looks, I mean, he isn't showing any sign of fear whatsoever. Then I looked at the wall on the left, my eyes widened in shock. A picture of him in his military uniform, the nameplate beneath it read General Griffin, former commander of the Moonshadow Pack.

The monster let out a deafening roar, its long serpentine tail lashing back and forth, ready to strike at us at any moment. I leaped into the air, aiming to land a bite on the Griffith's neck. But the creature was faster than I had anticipated, and it sidestepped my attack, causing me to fall to the ground with a thud. Luis, meanwhile, had charged forward, claws extended, aiming to tear into the creature's belly. But the Griffith's scales proved too strong, and Luis's attack was deflected with ease.

He looks enraged. “Bu... Buriko?!” Alfi is surprised to see Buriko can match Cindaku. “Let me take care of this fake tiger!” Buriko exclaims. They start the fisticuff. A mythical martial artist versus a Berserker. Of course, they can match each other. Not to mention that they hate losing. Fists, kicks, scratches, smashes, any blow they have they launch no matter how painful it is, they keep launching their fist. Alfi just remains silent watching the fisticuff there.

He stopped gripping the table because of the crack and held my throat instead. I guess he has a weird fetish for holding my throat, I don't mind it. Then, I could myself licking the white substance that came out of his shaft, he smiled sheepishly and brushed my hair while I licked him clean. "You are fucking spectacular." He grabbed my chin to lift up, making me stand up and his lips landed on mine. Not caring the show before, I moaned as he thrust his tongue and slowly wandered on my body, his hands stayed on my ass grabbing them while kissing me.

It hurt to breathe but I attempted to take in lungfuls of air to keep my brain alert. "You're weak, why even put up a fight when you know you're going to lose?" Griffin taunted, moving his shoulder in a circle. His once dislocated shoulder was set back into place, the sight putting me on edge. "Because you're not fit to run a pack," I could feel the warmth of my blood as it rolled down my body, "the Midnight Sun pack belongs to me." "Over my dead body," he crouched into attack position, letting his canines elongate and his nails grow into claws.

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!

My lungs ached from the process of holding my breath, and my palms by my side turned slick with sweat as every muscle in my body went tight. And finally I saw them. Griffin. And his crew. They emerged into the clearing, cursing and throwing crude insults about the race. Griffin looked furious, but his shoulders were still squared, his chin lifted high; even after defeat, he still carried himself like he hadn’t lost. A gasp caught in my throat as I tried to process it. My heart was thundering heavily in my chest as I crouched lower. What were they doing here? Was this where they came from?

A shadow streaked across the sky, moving at blinding speed before swooping down toward him. The ghost-winged griffin, a martial nirvana-tier demonic monster, lunged with its fangs bared. It was aiming straight for Chase's throat! Chase raised his spear in defense. But the griffin's jaws clamped down, and his spear snapped in half instantly!