Berserk Novels & Stories

“Are you part of his thunder?” The dragon seemed confused for a second, and then, with no warning, he opened his mouth, and fire shot out of his mouth. Nya grabbed the shield from behind her back and swiveled it around, dodging out of the way, but it was only after she moved that she realized the dragon wasn’t aiming the fire at her. Soldiers wearing Beelzanborg uniforms poured through the door as she moved. The dragon ignited several of them on fire before they could get their shields up.

Weapon Name: Berserker's Fury Warhammer Weapon Level: 20 Weapon Type: Rare Weapon Requirement: Traits(Hammer Mastery/Master-At-Arms), 110 Strength Weapon Attack: 90-110 +85 Attack (This doubles when Berserker is at 30% health or lower) +5% Fury regeneration per 3 seconds (while in combat) +3% Health Recover per second (outside of combat) Weapon Description: A weapon designed by the player . This weapon was designed to take advantage of a Berserker's strengths and give the user a much better chance when in prolonged combat. Because it was made with inferior materials, this was the result.

he hissed at Zephyr, face full of hateful resentment. The fat on Sylvester’s body started to shift and change, as if a cattle-prod shocked every fiber of his being. “Berserker Rage... I didn’t expect you to have this technique!” Spout said warily when he saw Sylvester’s body change. Berserker’s Rage was a violent technique. The user would conserve and maintain large amounts of energy in their body. Once they triggered the Rage, all that energy would explode out in a powerful, rage-filled blast. This technique was difficult to train, and even harder to master, not many will choose to learn it.

The Berserker raised his ax and swung it to the side summing a powerful hurricane that sucked the demons in as they were torn asunder by the razor plasma-infused wind. “You think a little power boost can stop me a champion of the Dark gods then you are sorely mistaken!” Nerro boasted. The king charged at the now half-Demonized berserker despite only having one arm he was able to stop Nerro with a single kick. The sheer force of his kick was enough to break every bone on his arm and smash the Titanium shield into pieces. Nerro jumped back to put some distance between him and the berserker, Khorn un

{“I will be your slave, I’ll die for you, no… I'LL LIVE FOR YOU! OWN MY ALL GREAT MAJESTY!” The male’s lovely voice booms across the place. “Fuck, he’s choosing the second option?” a young boy with a template written ‘15’ on it said in shock. The Competition for the companion of the great Berserker, the greatest and most unique of all kings ever had and the last ever Beastdom would ever have.

"Berserker needs to eat." Knowing I should just leave it alone, I asked the question. "Berserker?" Asher gave me a toothy smile. "My bear: Berserker. Your tiger is Junior. Taryk's panther is Smoke. Atlas' wolf is Mr. Hyde. Ransom is Tonto. And Saint is Ten." He made a face at the last man. "You took all my fun by already having a name for your inner beast." "Thank Gaia for that," Saint said.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

Under the effects of berserk skill, his resistance to physical pain and his appetite for carnage had reached a point of no return. He started wreaking havoc all over the field. When the people saw this reckless transition of the overall situation, they couldn't be more aghast. They knew that a berserk is an individual's final lifeline. It's not something anyone could just use on a whim. Berserk skill is a horrifying boost of strength that lasts for just a couple minutes. They couldn't determine if he was a ballsy team leader or the century's greatest buffoon, primarily because he wouldn't be able