Berserk Mc Novels & Stories

“That Mac is very important to us. That’s the only way to get rid of him. He keeps his day-to-day information in it. Once I get it I’ll wipe out all of our information.” “What do you mean?” “I want you to steal his Mac and hand it to me.” “You want me to steal his Mac?” “I know you won’t do this. It’s okay. I’ll find another way to get rid of him.” “I’m doing this,” I said without thinking twice. “If this is the only way to save your life. I’m going to do this.” *********

I nod at her . " Thank you!" Marcus says and she smiles. Through the link I speak to her " Thank you, for listening to my request". " Yeah , but don't let it get to your head. That's a one time thing, I won't stay behind everytime" she warns me. " I know, sweetheart, I know" I tell her and cut the link. Not long after we arrived on the field the Berserkers attacked, but something was off. " You said there were thousands of them in each attack. I see just a couple of hundreds and they aren't even that vicious . So what the fuck Marcus?" I scream to him over the field.

"The three of you should bow in my presence and kiss my feet if I demand it." Sarn, the glorious purple dragon laughed the loudest. "I'll tell you what. If you can defeat us, we'll bow and I'll even kiss your dirty, smelly feet." His tail made a grand sweep and Laryn's mammoth head lowered to avoid it. "Yeah make us," Bastian mocked. Fire showed in his blue gaze as he challenged me.

“Stay with me!” I could barely see. The air was pulsing, the sound of my heartbeat syncing with the static. “Shut it off!” I gasped. He tried, but the controls didn’t respond. Every time he pressed a key, the system replaced the command with one word: MERGE. The reflections smiled wider. “You opened the door once. Open it again, and I’ll save you from the pain.” I shook my head. “You’re lying.” “No. I can make you free.”

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

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.

This was the secret of the True Goddess's power. A Berserk Mode! Berserkers like Selina and Aegeus were rare because it wasn't easy to awaken the power of a rage fighter. However, the True Goddess had been able to share this power with her subordinates and create a false state of berserk that had a few side effects on its user.

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.

My father always said that the wilderness lives in me, bringing storms and raging winds through my skin for the world to feel. So I become the wilderness itself. I gather all my strength, all the storms inside me, all the blizzards and wind. The feel of power rise in me, energy filling my body once again. I jump to my feet, ignoring the crushing pain in my left thigh and brace myself for what I am about to do. I will most likely get instantly killed by this fucker, but it's better than all of this shit. And well, I do a lot of stupid shit when I'm angry. So, going against all my instincts, I bare my teeth, push myself forward and jump on blue eyed monster to rip his throat out.

"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