Berserker God Novels & Stories

With all of these, the berserker ape thought that it would be enough to challenge the so-called king of the forest. He was wrong. It wasn’t a king, it was a god. According to the stories of mutilated survivors, the Draco was a creature of muscle, claws, and scales. It was impervious to normal attacks and had attacks that baffled the mind. Despite all of the warnings, the nameless berserker ape wanted to challenge it. He believed he was different. Now, he was on the floor clutching his chest. He was bleeding out. Despite having the first attack and being supported by an unknown entity, the berserker ape lost pathetically to the god of the forest.

Becky rolls her eyes at me after she manages to give me the final stitch. ‘You’re the Lord of our coven, who's supposed to be strong and powerful, yet here you are being the biggest sook over a few stitches.’ ‘You just gave me six stitches on my arm and another fourteen on my chest! So that’s more than a few stitches.’ ‘The lion’s breath was supposed to make you brave and not sook the entire time. Must have been a dud bottle,’ Becky laughs.

He casts a loving look in his wife’s direction. One of the other Gods steps forward, placing his right hand over his heart, giving Jamari a slight bow. “I am Set, better known as the God of War.” He tells her, mischief dancing in his eyes. “As you can imagine, this is a very exciting time for me.” He winks at Jamari, lifting his body from his bow. My mother rolls her eyes from behind him.

"Berserk, Level Eighteen—Immortal Demon Emperor!" As Ketta seamlessly escalated from the twelfth to the eighteenth level of his Berserk mode, he underwent a complete transformation. His body was covered in a terrifying aura of spiritual armor adorned with ancient runes, giving him a mysterious and majestic appearance. Most notably, Ketta had manifested four additional arms made of spiritual energy, each wielding a different weapon. Witnessing Ketta's transformation into what seemed like a demonic warrior, Wilbur began to speculate. It seemed likely that Ketta had obtained these special abilities through the power of faith, or perhaps, like Erin before him, he had made pacts with certain spir

I breathed out. “Hmm your pussy is perfect. I can’t wait to fuck you when your Mrs Antonov.” The way he said his surname made my back arch. His finger was out now and gripping my thighs tighter. Arching over he put his hand around my neck and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. I was going to fucking cum again. The minute his other hand touched my clit I moaned out and felt a gush between my legs.

“The vampire in the woods said something about that. Like the vikings?” "That's where the term comes from, yes. Many of them were among our kind as well, although we've existed in most cultures around the world for as long as anyone can recall. A berserker is a very special type of werewolf that comes around once, maybe twice in each generation. He or she is capable of entering into an altered state while engaged in battle. The wolf spirit takes over completely and the thirst for blood outweighs all else." She swallowed hard. "That's what happened? That's why he's gone, because he's off killing people?”

Many people in the distance were horrified and looked at the black clouds in the sky with horrified eyes, but they saw that the black clouds were tumbling and the demonic aura was monstrous, as if it was a scene before the end of the world, even the Rakshasa Empress and the others who had been paying attention to the Ice Valley Abyss raised their heads to the sky at this time. High in the air, only to see Xiao Ning holding the Soul Devouring Halberd, the halberd body black mist, as if it merged with him as one, and he, he was like an ancient Gai Shi War God, standing in the air, coldly looking at the opposite side of the old man of the Ancient Underworld, the eyes at this moment, as if they

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.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

Someone whom believed himself invincible. Well I knew he was not. Before we rode to find Alicia, Adras had finally broken the stubborn which. There was a weapon that could doom him. 'I´ll make him pay. For all he has done.' The god turned to face me looking mockingly at me and strode forward. "What day will your power ever exceed mine?!" the god laughed smugly replying to my thoughts. "The day will come, mark my word," I threatened back at him growling with bared fangs.