Berserkofgluttony Novels & Stories

Immobile. “Sounds like you couldn’t find an easy female, so you had to buy one,” she giggled. Gods, her laughter was sweet music to my ears. “That’s kind of pathetic. Don’t you think?” She reached up on her tip-e-toes and bit my bottom lip. She tugged. One of her fangs sliced through my lips. The pain was brief and heavenly. “Woman,” I growled at her. “Ansley the Devourer of Souls.” Her lips curled into a devious smile, and utter wickedness washed over her delicate features.

In his hand was a trash bag. I was about to say hello when my eyes caught the figure above his head. My smile froze. There, glowing in vivid red, was the number: 1,111. The worst part was that it was still fluctuating. My blood ran cold. That was pure bloodlust. It was a raw, undisguised intent to kill. I had never seen such a high value before. I once came across a creep on the subway at 300, and I thought that was bad.

I grabbed a stool from the corner and set it down right at the edge of his bay, giving him a front-row seat. Silas rolled out from under the truck, his skin glistening. He’d stripped his coveralls down to his waist again, the sleeves knotted around his hips to keep them from sliding. His black tank top was soaked through, clinging to the ridges of his abs and the hard muscle across his chest. “You’re late,” he snapped, though his eyes crawled over me with a hunger that was anything but professional. “I had to recover, Silas. Some of us aren’t used to being handled so… roughly,” I purred, taking a slow sip of my espresso, my eyes tracking a bead of sweat as it rolled down his throat and disap

“This is who we serve?” “Shut the fuck up, Pride,” Wrath barked. “Gluttony, help him.” Gluttony dragged his feet forward lazily. Ashiel pulled a dagger, but Gluttony raised his hands. “Relax. I don’t bite… unless you ask.” Cris signaled Ashiel to lower the blade. Gluttony pressed a heavy hand against my chest, and energy surged into me. My body steadied, the burning in my veins cooling. “I’m giving you a taste of strength,” Gluttony muttered. “Sloth could drain the poison out completely, but he’s asleep. And he doesn’t like being woken up.”

My prison. A thunderous crunch shakes the ground. The reinforced main door splinters inward. Not from one blow. From a dozen. Kin. But not the lost souls I remember. These are twisted, eyes rolling white with madness, bodies swollen with blighted energy, claws rending the air. Berserkers. Corrupted Arthur’s vanguard. They pour through the breach, howling with voices that aren't human anymore. Pure, amplified rage. The Devourer’s psychic poison turned flesh.

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

I can't put a finger on it but something is wrong, the two witches seem to be chanting under their breath and the pendants are glowing. “Game on, old man” Enyo says, she shifts back into her small silver wolf that now holds the same white glow as her. Her wolf is small but it is stronger and faster than any other Alpha wolf I have ever seen. They start to circle each other, she snaps her teeth at him.

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 exclaimed. “What, you never witnessed that back at Grey Wolf?” He looked at me, smiling. “I did, but I never did it myself,” I replied. “And to be honest, never thought I’d witness it again.” “It goes great with my favorite Russian phrase.” Blake had a glint in his eyes. He turned to the other poor bastard, who was convulsing uncontrollably in fear. As Blake’s warriors struggled to hold him down, a puddle formed on the floor from him pissing himself. Blake just as swiftly sliced his dick off and yelled, “Hui tebé v rot!” as he did the same thing again, shoving it into his companion’s mouth.

, He had felt that shiver since he was so close to her. "Yeah, tots", she lied easily as she gulped down the unwanted lump that was forming in her throat. Soon, he turned to face the television and they chose their anime characters in the game. Kaylee chose a girl with wine-colored hair and Kavinsky chose his normal black-colored hair character. They started fighting in the game and after not even a minute, Kavinsky's character killed Kaylee own. Kaylee glared at him and started the game back herself. They fought again and Kavinsky won. He laughed hysterically and when he saw Kaylee's face, he held back his laughter. He cleared his throat and asked her.