Berserker Mc Novels & Stories

he shrieked, hurling two lances of pure white fire straight at my throat. I did not flinch. I walked straight through the inferno. The flames singed the tips of my silver pelt—but my berserker regeneration knit the wounds shut instantly, fueled by the unbreakable bond Maya held behind me, her mark pouring life into my veins. I closed the gap in a single leap that shook the coastline to its foundations. I crashed down upon him like a falling star. My jaws locked around his right shoulder, shattering plate armor and rending his immortal golden flesh with one brutal wrench. The tyrant screamed—a raw, human sound of agony—as his divine blood gushed hot and thick across the black sand.

I didn't even blame you for stealing my husband away, and now, you're accusing me of cursing you instead, when I had been nothing but sincere to you? "I only asked the master for these earrings as a token of appreciation to you for your help in saving my husband's business. That master is a very well-known priest in the Arz Mountains, and Eric witnessed it with his own eyes! How could he even be practicing black magic?" Eric was enraged. "How dare you still try to implicate Ayna even now! She didn't hesitate to donate millions of dollars and even offered a decade of her own life, just to have the master perform the blessing ritual for you! And yet, you're repaying her kindness with slander?"

The doors shattered inward in a blast of violet fire, splinters whistling like arrows. Red Hollow berserkers stormed through the smoke, bodies glowing with bloodline runes, eyes hollowed into soulless pits. “FOR THE NEW GOD!” they roared as they charged. Serna answered with steel. Her hammer slammed into the first berserker’s chest, the spike ripping rune-flesh like wet clay. Magic sparked, trying to burn her fingers off. She held on and twisted until she felt a heart collapse under the force. “Break the casters!” she yelled. “Disrupt that damned circle outside!”

For us, it’s the centre of business. “Ragnarök!” I shouted as I walked through the door, calling all patched members to meet. Compared to most stereotypical MCs, we were small, with only six fully patched members (including me!). We had quite a lot of newbies, but they were a long way off from being patched. But also compared to most stereotypical clubs, we had better profits, success rates, fewer calamities, and, a true bragging point, none of our members were behind bars.

I'm already bleeding and losing blood, I've a few broken bones, I doubt I even have ribs that are still whole, but there's no pain anymore. That's the thing about going Berserker, most senses become dull or numb, focusing on only killing the opponent. The senses in use, become sharper, like the fact that I can hear the slice of his claws through the air as he comes at me, using my front paw to pin his arm down.

He had a very dark expression on his face. He walked closer to me, examining my bruised face and swollen lips. No one had given me medicine and my wounds were still fresh. I forced down the lump when he quietly stepped towards me. He was not the same man I had slept with many nights. He was the boss of the mafia. He was a murderer. He was back to the same monster. His eyes were telling me everything. It was difficult to ignore the scorching hatred in his eyes toward me.

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.

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

And it looked wilder, it’s eyes more bloodshot and it’s movements animal-like. “I see, a berserker and a support mage. Good combination” I look at the support mage, thinking of how to get to him first. A sudden blow to my side, sending me flying into a nearby hill reminds me of the berserker demon. “Ow, that hurt” My fortification was broken immediately, I couldn’t even react this time. “How much longer until this damn thing starts working?” I touch my the back of my neck again, this time feeling a faint magical energy. “Fuck this, I’m jump-starting it.” I close my eyes and start chanting “othala ehwaz perthro naudiz”

I vow my head a little and count my words. I can’t forget how he nearly killed me today but thanks to the help of Warlock, I’m alive now. “Something must be done. I’m sure there is a way we can get this berserker for sure. There is just a way.” He bawls and blinks his eyes spontaneously.