Berserk Horse Chapter Novels & Stories

The Berserker surged forward with an ear-splitting roar. Emma shouted, “STEVE!” But Steve didn’t flinch. He opened his arms, chest bare to the charge. “Come on,” he growled. “I’m not running anymore.” The Berserker lunged, claws extended, jaws open wide— And vanished into him. A flash of blinding light cracked the chamber. Steve screamed. His knees buckled as the full force of the beast slammed into his core. Every muscle in his body burned. His bones felt as if they were breaking and reforging all at once. His heart pounded like thunder, the power of the creature trying to tear its way free.

“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.

"Yeah, you should. You will need paper and a pen. Go look for some now. In short, please separate from me so you can write your will." In one corner of Leyte Baler's eyes, he saw a horse-headed bony creature heading towards the congregation. He stopped walking when the Werehorse arrived in the middle of those people. It neighed savagely and furiously stomped its hooves, acting as if it found a nice toy to step on. The people around became violent and started throwing punches on the Werehorse which had appeared suddenly in their midst.

Relief washed over me when Darius flew away quickly causing the beast to get back on the water. The beast has three heads of a killer shark and a tail of an octopus which consists of eight huge tentacle arms or legs. And boy, it could jump higher! The beast was moving towards our direction again. I quickly maneuvered the wheels faster like we were flying. I saw the beast following us in a swift move too. "Hold on!" I yelled and they also yelled as a response. Using Willow and I's power, the ship ran faster like a flash. I saw the waves get higher and higher and another beast showed up while blocking us. It was a huge water horse. I notice that my eyes glow brightly causing the water horse to

I couldn't help but find all of this absurd—like one long nightmare. Nyla seemed to want to rush over and say something, but Uncle Eric barked sharply at her and stopped her. Before I slipped into the darkness, the last thing I heard was his especially resolute voice. "Don't be scared, Bryce. I'm here. This time, I'll make sure they pay the price!" … The hospital room smelled of antiseptic as the blood from the transfusion bag slowly flowed into my veins. I looked out at the gray, overcast sky outside the window, my heart feeling even colder than my body.

The airship slowed down to a stop as they had reached the black towers; they descended the airship on their bikes with Lisa taking Bilimo along on her bike as he didn't have the mana compression techniques, at least he couldn't use it in the way they did. Around the tower, there were mountains of white bones, but there were also intact corpses of all kinds of energy beasts. Some Xasha was familiar with and others he had never seen before. He saw one specific corpse that caught his interest the moment he saw it. This was a horse with wings, but it was not a unicorn. He farrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the winged horse. The horse had Furr on its body but they couldn't tell what color it w

I watched from the window as a battalion of Tohr's soldiers stood proudly on outside the gates. Golden warriors waiting for their leaders, they all sat on top of their horses standing patiently. A man at the front held an enormous black horse by the reins who like to stomp the ground impatiently. Or rather, what they cultivated into a horse. It was this weird dog/bear/ horse creature they called thershons. He seemed to wish to get going and was irritated that this man was holding him back. I smiled slightly, thinking to myself, yes that was definitely Tohr's thershons. Just as strong, powerful, and impatient as the man himself.

I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said that Creed Group reached its market leader status today thanks to Grandpa. He had given Stuart everything, and this was how things turned out. After my furious tirade, Stuart's expression went from indifferent to absolutely livid. He hurled the wine glass he was holding at my feet. A shard of broken glass flew up from the ground and sliced across the top of my foot, drawing blood. "You keep bringing up the same old shit. Don't you ever get tired of it? Right now, all you need to do is drop the case and tell everyone your grandfather fell down the stairs himself. Do that, and this will be over.

The air shimmered with heat, and the familiar scent of brimstone mixed with hay filled my nostrils. "And this," I said with a flourish, "is where we keep the hell horses." Sebastian's jaw dropped as he took in the sight of the massive, obsidian-black steeds, their manes and tails flickering with ethereal flames. I approached one of my favorites, a mare named Ember, and stroked her flaming head. The fire licked at my skin, warm but not burning. "Holy shit," Sebastian breathed, his eyes wide with fascination. "They're... beautiful."

Zachary’s voice felt like a ray of light, piercing through the darkness of my despair. I clung tightly to the saddle, leaning my body forward to reduce the resistance. Zachary, riding his tall white horse, flew past me like the wind. He grabbed hold of my horse’s reins, trying to bring the wild animal under control. “Damn it, stop!” Zachary shouted, yanking hard on the reins. The horse, “Red Hare,” let out a pained whinny, rearing up on its hind legs.