Berserker Deku Novels & Stories

I sense that Luca needs a diversion. "It is a man dressed in a ceremonial costume who dances sword dance with a berserker". Luckily Erik lets himself be distracted. “If you notice the horns on the helmet, you can see that they end up in two bird heads. And the fact that he has a spear is interpreted to mean that it is Odin himself”. "Because of the bird heads ?"

Derek was nearby too, watching us fight — no — he was coordinating the whole fight, controlling every ultima. I heard a chuckle. “Enough playing around. We don’t want our audience to get bored, do we?” Derek’s voice. “Last command. Go… berserk… Damen!” I widened my eyes and started looking around frantically. The ultima who was standing in the middle of the crater lifted his dark eyes to me. I flew in the air and hovered above him, feeling the blood cool in my body. I just had a feeling — this really sad and strong feeling that —

Alabruz stopped Deniza, but Deniza asked his permission to talk, “Allow me my lord, my daughter needs to know every truth since she wishes to know.” Deniza hold Akshara’s hand and took her to Alabruz, “Since you know our identity, Axe, I am reminding you that this man, your so-called Uncle Bruz is the king of Ukada, a true alpha, a mighty warrior. (She moved to Karen) this young man who is begging your love is beta, no one could withstand his witty mind and strength, he is also the prince of Ukada. (She took Akshara to Nuraz) Do you know who this is? He is Berserkers, a warrior werewolf, to make you clearer; berserkers are savages in battle with no mercy. I hope you know who they are when I

Then, with a guttural growl, he shattered the mental cage within him and let the beast out. Bones cracked and stretched. Muscles tore and reformed in grotesque surges. Steve’s frame doubled, then tripled, then expanded again until he towered nearly ten feet tall. His once brown fur became coarse and black as coal, his chest and shoulders layered in armor-thick hide. Jagged teeth erupted from his jaw, curling outward like tusks. His eyes burned with a red, feral glow. The Berserker stood, nearly a ton of unstoppable fury.

{“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.

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?!

It simply copied the berserker’s attack except that it was supported by a far more powerful force. Looking at the Draco, the berserker sees it unaffected and undamaged by its combination of bone-shattering attacks. It turned its head to the side and saw that the Draco’s tough head shattered the wooden club. The Draco snorts once again in disappointment. It allowed the ape to strike it to see if it could challenge the Draco. Unfortunately, the berserker ape was as weak as the creatures that the Draco stepped on. Slowly, it approaches the weakened ape. The ape tries to crawl away but the Draco grabs its leg.

He came onto the ground wearing a black hoodie with Black Joggers and two Swords could be seen hanging from his Waist. "So you are the Strongest among the players, Let's see you defeat me and my skills of the Berserker" said Silver Stone to which Miza just smiled. Miza was a swordsmen whereas Silver Stone was a berserker with a higher defense. Jake flied in the air again and the bell rang indicating the match has started. As Silver Stone was about to run and rush towards Miza, there was a black color lightning that struck right in front of Silver Stone. He looked at Miza and was terrified as Miza could be seen standing still with an evil smirk on his face and small black lightning sparks cou

Her face was calm, unreadable, the face of someone who had seen generations of wolves rise, claim, bleed, and fall, and no longer wasted emotion on things she had not yet witnessed. Beside the dais stood Decker. He wore black. Not ornamental black. Not the sort meant to draw the eye with decoration. This was Dark Mountain black clean, severe, fitted to strength rather than vanity. His jacket sat close across his shoulders, the line of it sharp against the breadth of him, his dark hair brushed back, his jaw set. He looked every inch what he was. Alpha.

Her eyes met Derek's, who was already sitted at the table. He wore a long tunic that was made of a thick, deep blue wool, embroidered with silver threads along the edges of the sleeves and the hemline. The tunic was belted with a brown leather belt, which had a silver buckle that was intricately designed with the image of a wolf. Underneath the tunic, he wore a simple white shirt, with a wide collar that extended over his shoulders. The collar was embroidered with a pattern of small silver wolves, and it added a touch of elegance to his outfit.