Berserker God Novels & Stories

"No trespassing." Agenor pulled out his broad sword from his back and bellowed, "for the next 10 minutes… the crater's off limits." His body and spirit were wrapped by an dominant rhythm of imminent doom. Agenor's body released a burning chaotic curse out in the open. Everyone understood what this meant. A berserk skill. "Argh, crap!" Grisha mumbled under her breath before yelling, "All those who are not heart seekers… BACK OFF!"

He spun on his heel in a roundhouse kick that slammed into my jaw with the force of a siege hammer, spattering thick saliva and blood across the black ash. A tense murmur rippled through the Northern spectators. I wiped my chin on the back of my forearm, baring my fangs in a savage grin. Pain did not deter me; it only fed the berserker tide burning through my veins like Greek fire. “Is that all your star‑pack teaches, pale dog?” I rumbled, voice rising from the depths of my chest. Varek howled in fury, shedding his aristocratic composure. His body cracked into a terrifying partial shift: jaw dislocating into a lupine muzzle of frost‑white fur, ears sharpening, and thick freezing mist billowi

Everything and everyone reverted back to how they were before she crashed the wedding. “You're very smart to think they act alone.” He said sarcastically. “What did you do?.” She demanded. Her voice was low and teary with an angry undertone. “I recognize those two from the boat, I don't know what went down before now, but avenging yourself this way would only get you killed.” “If you're a fate god like you claim, you should know exactly what they did.” “Or I just don't care.” And he really didn't, he only followed up death. Human destinies were in their hands, all he did was give them what they wanted. Regardless of the fact it might affect someone else.

Xiao Long also nodded at Huo Yan's words, but he also disagreed with him at the same time, the Berserk state of a Level 5 Demonic Beast was not that simple. The Berserk state, was an ability that Demonic Beasts could release when they had peaked emotions. This state allows their strength to double. But this ability is quite risky because when in this state, Demonic Beasts will just be like crazy animals that attack whatever is around them. The Berserk that a Level 5 Demonic Beast has is indeed different from that of a Level 4 Demonic Beast and below. Level 5 Demonic Beasts were at the level of Spirit Manifestation Cultivators. If someone in the Spirit Manifestation Realm could manifest their

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

This was the secret of the True Goddess's power. A Berserk Mode! Berserkers like Selina and Aegeus were rare because it wasn't easy to awaken the power of a rage fighter. However, the True Goddess had been able to share this power with her subordinates and create a false state of berserk that had a few side effects on its user.

Chapter 17 (FIRST BREAKER ARRIVES) HO2X! You found how can you detect anti-god energy? The breaker still does not know who he is facing. Secret! What an interesting fellow! No! I should be saying that, Oh! I completely forgot Mr. breaker I'll introduce myself, my name is Tasoshi saya! *The breaker does still not remember taso* Wait did you say your tasoshi saya I have heard that name before will I don't care it's my turn my name is faceless king, one of the anti-god generals on the 8th strongest generals.

Others rush the injured to Cerberus’s gates, where the guardian beast protects the medical teams. Then it happens. The enemy unleashes their gods. We knew this was coming. We studied the line-up. Whiro, Māori god of the dead, appears first. His reptilian-human hybrid form is pure nightmare fuel. He devours souls—any souls—and grows stronger with every bite. Watching him swallow demons whole is disturbing. Then comes Ahriman, the Iranian god of strife, slithering forward on a serpent body, his face a chaos Picasso would worship. Four horns spiral from his skull, directing bedlam wherever they point.

He mumbled, "Perhaps his father and mother planned to kill the Youkai King long ago. God of Thunder Rey de Los Lobos and God of Metal Dragón de Hierro are nonetheless two gods at the top of the heavens, although they do not use their strength to fight every day, their strength is still unlike that of ordinary people. The Youkai King is not strong enough to be their opponent. He used all his strength to block a single blow from the two gods, but his body was seriously injured.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v