Berserkofgluttony Novels & Stories

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

he said, rolling his eyes. "Hey guys!" A smile split Burney's face at the sound of Dave's voice coming through the curtain. He really did like his older cousin. The love birds entered hand in hand like always, though this time their faces glowed that little bit more. "I'm gonna puke." "Shut ya guts," Lillith said, her smile widening. "No really, I'm gonna puke." Burney grabbed the small bin from the corner and leapt to my side, shoving it under my face just in time. I heaved, throwing up more than I could possibly have eaten in the last twenty-four hours.

However the opposite might lead to a catastrophic domino effect. The actual problem here was numbers of beasts pitted against a limited stamina of the party members, and yet their numbers kept increasing. Although the fact that Berserk skills increase a user's strength by 2.5 times is indeed alluring, they also send users into a weakened state. Nevertheless, even if they all decided to turn berserk, the simple math would tell them that it was still far from enough. Their rate of killing was lower than the rate of new beasts appearing out of the shadows.

At first, he tried to talk to the one inside, but hearing no answer, he opened the door ever so slightly… …and was attacked by a beast. The Berserker, with the brand new claws that he had equipped, dealt the finishing blow on the boss of the Hollow Wilds. After its obligatory death sequence, a large loot box dropped in its place, and its contents were received by the members of the two-member party that had slain the monster, the aforementioned Berserker and a Shadowblade.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

The bloody army flow so fast, leaving the flashing afterimages to fill the glowing darkness. These afterimages are bloody, and while it spreading, the glowing darkness is shaking miserably. The bloody army's united voice mumbled, “Berserk, head to the order... Search the priestess!” In an instant, the berserk flash their eyes open, and the bloody eyes slowly engulf with glowing gold. They vanish in their position, causing the repressed golden flame to burst into open!

Under the effects of berserk skill, his resistance to physical pain and his appetite for carnage had reached a point of no return. He started wreaking havoc all over the field. When the people saw this reckless transition of the overall situation, they couldn't be more aghast. They knew that a berserk is an individual's final lifeline. It's not something anyone could just use on a whim. Berserk skill is a horrifying boost of strength that lasts for just a couple minutes. They couldn't determine if he was a ballsy team leader or the century's greatest buffoon, primarily because he wouldn't be able to crawl on the ground after this.

Lucas spoke up, the hard look in his eye sending his cousin off silently. It took everything Chloe had to suck air into her lungs and not sink to the ground when Lucas took just a few dominating strides towards her. Being werewolf blessed Chloe with supernatural senses and yet the shadows of night and light of the moon only sharpened Lucas’ features even more. There was something wild and yet put together in everything about Lucas. A true apex predator who had fixed his sights on his latest prey.

I was no match for them. My foot snagged on something, a thick rope hidden in the underbrush and I crashed hard to the ground. I scrambled to untangle it, my fingers fumbling, but it was too tight, taking too long. In a blur of motion, the wolves were suddenly in front of me, circling me. And there was one wolf among them that stood out. A massive brown wolf, almost twice the size of the rest, with fur bristling and eyes locked on me. Before anyone had to tell me, I knew. This was Beta Scott.