Berserk Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

A thunderous wolf howl shook the air. In the distance, clouds of dust rose as a massive wolf pack came charging in. "Supreme Snow, this is Berserk Wolf Tribe. They carry the berserker gene, capable of unleashing 120% combat power. We selected the most aggressive, unrestrained wolves to form a 100,000-strong Berserk Wolf Troop. "Flamingo Air Troop and Berserk Wolf Troop await your inspection, Supreme Snow!" Gideon smiled broadly, turning to the champions and saying sincerely, "You've done exceptionally well. I owe all of you—every mech warrior and every killer tribe—a deep debt of gratitude. Your efforts have made it possible to build this formidable force in such a short time."

Unknown to many Jeremy's desire for blood and battle was an addiction he sometimes fought back, the taste of blood, the cut of flesh, the screams of agony, and the risk of death were as addictive as sex to the Lycan. Jeremy was born into the berserk pack of Lycans known as the most unstable and violent kind of Lycans in existence, however, unlike most of his kind, Jeremy was called a genius for his rare ability to suppress his battle desires. With a smirk and wink to Matilda, he spoke "I accept, you sick twisted fuck," "Fuck he's going berserk," Liam spoke nervously chewing on his fingers "What do you mean berserk?, wait...does Jeremy belong to the berserker class?" She asked frantically, sh

“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.

Stuart turned to glare at me furiously like I were some hysterical woman making a scene. He scolded, "Veronica, look at what you've become! What's the point of throwing a tantrum now? What's done is done!" His cold words made it sound like my grandfather, Alfred Gallagher, was just dealing with a common cold and not waiting for brain surgery. I stared at the man I'd been married to for over a decade, feeling my heart sink drastically. "Have you forgotten how Creed Group was built from the ground up? Have you forgotten it was Grandpa who took a knife for you when you were kidnapped? The wound from then still hurts from time to time for him!

Kaelen swallowed. Gluttony growled, actually growled, shadowy purple energy coiling around his shoulders. “He goes with me.” “With us,” Lucifer corrected sharply. Gluttony bared teeth. “With. Me.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Jealousy is unbecoming.” “It’s not jealousy,” Gluttony hissed, pulling Kaelen closer, “it’s possession.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Not interested Gluttony, fuck I have my Amor Meus, fucking asshole."

Wait, why does he look like a real berserker? Jeje flies through the sky by boosted by the fire igniting on his back like a real Gundam. He flies tearing the wing with his piercing hand and flies back tearing it again. He keeps doing that that Ahol wings are full of holes. Buriko beats the Tasmanian Devil with his ax in rampaging mode. Why does he really resemble Heracles?!

The Berserker turned its glowing red eyes on Emma. The savage beast, nearly a ton of snarling fury, had finished decimating Terra’s creatures. Now, its hunger locked onto her. Emma’s breath hitched in her throat as the creature snarled, its thick hide steaming from exertion, its jaws soaked in blood. It had taken down every abomination around them—and now she stood as the only living target.

His choice. Njord would never have allowed himself to lose control like that. It wasn’t in his nature. But, unlike some, he didn’t feel contempt for those who did. Men and women had their reasons for behaving in certain ways; he knew that better than most. Also, there was no chance Har would come anywhere near. He himself was fond of the kind of woodland mushrooms which his fellow berserker was trying to quit. His own stomach was strong, given what he had witnessed in battle. Recalling how he had jested with Beyla made him close to smiling, something he rarely did except in this company. He supposed they were misfits like him which suited him fine. Except when it came to her.

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

“Just a scratch.” “We need to fall back to the eastern line. Rowan’s trying to regroup.” “No time,” he growls, eyes darting toward the hill. “They’re bringing the berserkers.” My blood chills. The berserkers. Rowan told me they are Nightowl’s most unstable fighters. Feral. Rabid. Uncontrollable. “Kaia!” Rhea shouts from the rooftop. “We need you, NOW!” I see her then, surrounded by three berserkers, each the size of a tree, foam dripping from their jaws.