Berserk Guts Griffith Novels & Stories

Gerwulf interrupted, tugging me to his side and letting out a possessive low growl," Grant was it?" The servant gripped the plates hard enough his knuckles went white. I could see the change happen as he lowered his head and his hand started to slightly shake. Gerwulf wasn't as physically terrifying as his father but his reputation as a ruthless rogue leader did all the talking for him. Grant's voice quivered as she spoke," yes... Alpha." The word coming out like it left a bad taste on his tongue.

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.

Dragon Slayer (Berserk) Guts started using this sword after the somber "Moon Eclipse". Dragon Slayer was forged by a blacksmith named Godo when he was young and working in a royal castle. Although the large swords that Guts had used previously looked astonishing in size and strength, they were nothing compared to this giant sword.

He came onto the ground wearing a black hoodie with Black Joggers and two Swords could be seen hanging from his Waist. "So you are the Strongest among the players, Let's see you defeat me and my skills of the Berserker" said Silver Stone to which Miza just smiled. Miza was a swordsmen whereas Silver Stone was a berserker with a higher defense. Jake flied in the air again and the bell rang indicating the match has started. As Silver Stone was about to run and rush towards Miza, there was a black color lightning that struck right in front of Silver Stone. He looked at Miza and was terrified as Miza could be seen standing still with an evil smirk on his face and small black lightning sparks cou

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.

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.

“Not for my face to heal.” “No one gives a shit what your face looks like.” “Fuck you.” Seth grins and licks the red from his teeth. “Come.” I wave him on. He lunges. I take the blow on my chin and nail him with a right. Griff tries to sweep my leg, but I anticipate the move and front snap kick, toppling him like a tree. “I surrender,” he moans. “No surrender. Get up.” “My back is broken, man.” He is lying at a weird angle.

The number of dents present on their gear is equivalent to a year's worth of experience since Xerrohmite’s Adamantine armor is incredibly strong and tough. Khorn Blood Fang had seven years of experience under his belt and he is the oldest Fell Fang berserker to have joined Victor Redridge in rescuing Charlotte Sentinel from the Graveyard station and participated in the final battle for Jorgal V during the Second Great War. Khorn is also one of the many mentors of Kent Redridge during his time on New Dawn before he was summoned to Ren'veil. "ALL HAIL FOR LORD ANTHONY!" Khorn cried and howled from the top of his lungs while bathing into the blood of fallen soldiers.

He spits the blue eyeball out of his mouth. “Kneel!” Asher growls, holding up Grizz’s tattered and beaten body. Darius and Brickland’s wolves stand over Foster’s dead body, licking the blood off the jowls. Asher stands over Grizz, letting the claws from his free hand extend. In a swift swiping motion, the front of Grizz’s throat is now held in Asher’s hand. Asher then shoves Grizz’s dead body away, as if touching Grizz burns his skin.