Berserker God Novels & Stories

Viggo growled. The Berserker was in the center of our formation. His arms cradled Neoma. She was unconscious again. Her head lolled against his shoulder. Her white hair trailed behind him like a flag of surrender. She looked small. Mortal. The terrifying avatar that had punched a hole in the sky was gone. Only a girl who had given too much remained. "Do not kill them," I commanded. My voice was strained. My throat felt raw. "That is what Nergal wants. He wants us to slaughter his people so he can paint us as monsters."

"That is what happened. The gods were a major part of our lives then. Today, the people have all but forgotten them except in myth and story." "Okaaaay." Liv drew out the word. "We'll go with that for now." Brodi frowned at her but continued. "The gods wanted to contain the power of my family so they cursed us. If the male heir, the pack Alpha, did not find his fated mate within a certain time, he turned into a Berserker. A Berserker is a being who has immeasurable strength but no reason. He kills indiscriminately. He cannot, therefore, lead a clan or pack. He must be put down." Brodi's voice lowered. "Many members of my family were killed over the years by an Alpha who went Berserker before

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

She nodded knowingly once I was done. “You have heard of berserkers right?” “The mad Viking warriors who fought without fears and from which the work berserk comes from?” “More or less,” she said. “There are a few ways to make a berserker, one includes a potion including hallucinogenic and painkillers, but there are other ways. One is to summon the spirit of a predator, often bears or wolves, in a form of controlled possession. The spirits heighten stamina, pushes limits and the pain threshold too. Pain is there to limit us so not to hurt ourselves. Your nerve endings are there to stop you from tearing your muscles. Which is why berserkers don’t have a long life expectancy, but werewolves ar

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

Its fur was streaked with gold and jet black, its eyes glowing with a fury that could scorch gods. “You are weak,” the creature snarled. “She tames you. She binds you.” Steve stood his ground. “She grounds me. She saves me from becoming what you are.” “I am what you are,” the Berserker growled, taking a step closer. “You think you’ve tamed me. But I am only sleeping.” “Then sleep harder,” Steve said through gritted teeth. The Berserker’s jaw twitched. “You cannot protect her forever. The more you use me, the more I consume you. Every time you call on my strength… you bring me closer.”

“I guess it is to be expected. Every one eventually comes to fear death.” “Impossible! I am Immortal!” Berlak declared, eyes glowing with rebellion. “I am a god. I cannot die. This is but a vessel. A pathetic and weak vessel. You may end it now but I will come back in the next and I will hunt you down. I swear it by Grivit. I will find you and I will kill you. I will bring to you the fear of death…” now he was rambling, spittle and blood spilling with each word… “and when I’m done with you every one will understand my power. I am a god and you are nothing but a puny mor—”

"What?! How can Berserkers be in this place?" asked Tristan in a bit of a panic, knowing that there were Berserkers in a private place like this. Bersekers were wolves transformed by a witch's curse, and they tended to never transform into humans at certain times like other werewolves, but they were still able to maintain their rationality. They tended to hide in the middle of the forest, along with their pack, and had very little familiarity with humans. They almost never had any contact with humans unless a human intruded on their territory.

Dimitri muttered as he yawned, while some of the werewolves glared at him, chemical junkies, is a forbidden word for the berserker in the werewolf kind. Gale took a sigh, although he hated it when Dimitri was mocking the berserker, he knew that it was very much the truth about the berserker. A mutant that comes from an unnatural selection by drugs, makes them perfect soldiers but also curses the user of the drug to be dependent on the substance.

many of the races of elves, demons and dragonoids who witnessed the incident are still alive today. The god nurian who should have judged them for committing such a grave sin, instead supported and protected the human race with his blessings. Since losing the leader and god of the beast races to being enslaved by humans, they don't hesitate to torture and rape the beast races they catch. finally the prayers appeared, as the god of vengeance ernes got a lot of prayers and hopes from the beast race. The power of the god ernes reached the peak and exceeded the power of the god keisar who was the god of war. ernes intervened directly and raised the beast race as his vassal, it made ernes god's b