Romans & histoires Berserker Mc

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.

"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!"

This guy was just too skinny and light for Kalen to struggle to bring him down. Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! The fall disoriented him, so he couldn’t react as Kalen unleashed a flurry of blows at his face. The Berserker Battle Mode is a very straightforward and easy divine battle art, but don’t dare underestimate its strength. This series of calculations by him was all it took to kill this troublesome fellow. His flurry of blows blew his opponent’s head off, as his brain matters scattered all over the floor. The spectators were slow to react but as soon as they understood, cheers erupted everywhere.

Cracker’s POV “Can I buy you a drink?” I glanced up at the biker standing next to me. He was impressive looking and, judging from his vest, also an MC. But I didn’t recognize the name. He was probably an enforcer like Steel, but not nearly as muscular, or as handsome, or as--- I mentally groaned.

{“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.

Angel stepped forward with a smirk on her face, “ He is our boss, but dragon’s are jealous creatures, even my Marcu,” Marcu growled in agreement as he beamed at his voluptuous mate. “I will train with her brother,” Nick stepped forward. “Me too,” Adam added.”You trust us with her, and we will keep an eye on her, what do you say, boss?” Drago crossed his arms, finger to his chin, then addressed Madchen, who pouted in anticipation. “I will let you, Madchen,” she jumped for joy, but he put a hand up.” you have to wait two weeks, to heal properly though, and I won’t give you any leniency.”

Tristan pov The moment I gave the order, something shifted in the air—like the earth itself knew what I’d done. The berserkers weren’t soldiers. They weren’t even wolves in the way we understood them. They were bred in the darkest corners of our world, broken, reforged, trained only for destruction, for the kill. Caged beneath this fortress for years because even I hadn’t trusted what would happen if they were let loose. But now? Now I didn’t need control.

Instead, the force of the impact rebounded, sending the massive gray wolf flying backward off the cliff edge, his screams echoing down into the rocky abyss. ​"Hold the line, Jaxon!" Lysander shouted, his dark blade a blur of motion as he and Kaelor engaged the remaining mercenaries on the narrow trail. ​Kaelor’s crimson fire tore through the ranks of the attackers while Lysander’s black frost immobilized their limbs... their combined fighting style a devastating, beautiful display of absolute synchronization. ​But one of the berserker mercenaries, his eyes completely blind with rage bypassed the fight by scaling the vertical ice wall. He dropped down directly behind Seraphina, his long, jagg

Before long, a figure flew out from the main hall of the Berserker Organization. It was a middle-aged man with a burly figure. His name was Mason King. And he was the Master of the Berserker Organization, a Rank 10 Earth King Ranked Realm. "Who are you?" Mason looked at Lucas and Estelle indifferently. Lucas said calmly to Mason, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that your Berserker Organization will not pick fault with the Ice & Snow Organization in the future."

They hadn’t been taught this at the seminary. “Father Grude,” Bratvi continued, “was the most prominent. He was berserker that truly made impact. Now, I have studied every text concerning berserkers in the history of seminary, it is reason I was sent here. I know them more than most. Berserkers aren’t people you work with. Working with one reduces their efficiency. If you want to use berserker the best way possible, let them work alone. Working with berserker is counterproductive. They aren’t the kind to follow plans. So making one with them in it is waste of time.”