Berserk Monster Novels & Stories

I stopped searching when I saw a large an that was similar to the monster they were opposing Viktor! "Here you are!" I said happily. I read about the monster, and I found out information about his characteristics. "Bankuga, A large water monster. They say it's a very dangerous Monster because it has no death." "It wasn't affected by the physical attack because its whole body was made of water," 'How can we defeat my monster without it being affected by physical attack?' I wonder the question to myself. I sighed and continued reading the Book of Miracle Items. I read all about the monster they are fighting Viktor called Bankuga.

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.

Wukong - Monkey Demon King Within a hidden place in World II Monster Forest - Wind Release - Initial Level Demon Grandmaster Spiritual. 14. Kurobe - Tall Spooky-Faced Man - Grade 3 - Spiritual Strength of Black Gold Demon Lv 3 - Who Clashed With Takeshi. 15. Kazeo - Handsome Man in Skinny Cap Tall - Grade 3 - Spiritual Strength of the Black Gold Demon Lv 3 - That Stood Takeshi and Kurobe's Quarrel.

"That is what happened. The gods were a major part of our lives then. Today, the people have all but forgotten them except in myth and story." "Okaaaay." Liv drew out the word. "We'll go with that for now." Brodi frowned at her but continued. "The gods wanted to contain the power of my family so they cursed us. If the male heir, the pack Alpha, did not find his fated mate within a certain time, he turned into a Berserker. A Berserker is a being who has immeasurable strength but no reason. He kills indiscriminately. He cannot, therefore, lead a clan or pack. He must be put down." Brodi's voice lowered. "Many members of my family were killed over the years by an Alpha who went Berserker before

The monster stared at Adrian with its deadly gaze as it swung its scythe once more. It was going to be difficult for Adrian to eliminate the monster thoroughly. More importantly, he could not find any weakness that would allow him to kill the creature with a single strike. Thus, he could only return to dodging the monster's attacks while looking for another opportunity. But Adrian’s stamina was depleting, while the monster’s seemed endless. It tirelessly launched attacks, each one more vicious than the last. Amidst his helplessness, the monster suddenly yelled and entered a berserk state. It suddenly became stronger and faster.

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

James' laboratory. The Behemoth is a towering and fearsome monster that commands attention with its imposing physical appearance. Standing at an impressive height of 30 feet, this colossal creature possesses a muscular and robust build, its body covered in dense, scaly, and rock-like skin. Its massive torso is adorned with sharp, bony protrusions, giving it an intimidating and primal vibe. The Behemoth's limbs are thick and powerful, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. Its eyes, glowing with an intense fiery hue, instill terror in those who gaze upon them.

“Did you feel that?” Before Lyra could answer, the wall behind them groaned — and shattered. A monstrous wolf exploded through the stone. But it wasn't a regular wolf. It was a thing. Twice the size of any werewolf. Eyes glowing red. Mouth dripping black ichor. Chains dragged behind it, melted into its flesh. Nyra screamed. Riven sprang up, blades drawn. “*What the hell is that?*” Lyra shouted. “A berserker,” Riven snarled. “Celeste’s pet.”

"It doesn't distract. It fuels me. It makes the world clearer. We end this together, and then, we see what remains of the world." The enemies regrouped, their leader—a scarred veteran of a dozen campaigns—bellowing at his men. "The bond makes them monsters! Ignore your fear! Kill them both!" Aziel laughed, a sound devoid of mirth, echoing with the cold authority of a king. "Monsters? You have no idea what monsters truly look like." They charged again. The bond hummed with a mix of raw, animalistic fury and a haunting, quiet tenderness that defied the carnage. Aziel protected Lior’s blind spot; Lior neutralized threats before they could even threaten Aziel.