Berserkofgluttony Novels & Stories

His alabaster face held that polished half‑smile, heavy with the millennial contempt of his caste: "Save your barking, beast. Degrading enough that I must descend to this sty of damp stones. Your impure spawn will be cut upon the Altar of Purity before they infect the Solar line with your cur’s blood. Now drag your carrion from the Empress’s path—or we shall carve you into slices to feed the sky falcons." The Herald stepped toward the mattress edge, platinum scepter lifting straight for Maya’s womb. That step sealed his fate. Berserker instinct needed no magic reserves. It fed on pure territorial bile. Planting hind claws to cold stone, I launched forward low and horizontal. I did not reach

He looked like a god of war—or a monster. He didn't look at me. He didn't seem to see me. He turned his attention to the last two bionic wolves, his chest heaving, a low, guttural vibration rattling his ribs. He was in the "Berserk" state—the point of no return for an Alpha who had lost too much. "Dominic, stop!" I cried out, forcing myself to stand. "It’s me! It’s Elena!"

"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?" I sneered as I turned over the trash can, letting the pearl earrings fall out. Then, I stomped on them, crushing them under my shoes. A few black worms then crawled out from the center of the earring, looking absolutely vile and disgusting. "She spent millions of dollars only to get this so-called master to cast a curse on these earrings with black magic! She offered her lifespan to bind the curse to me and transfer her sex addiction to

Nerida surges forward—tentacles void-black, drinking essence. She slams into a swarm cluster, tentacles piercing carapace, sucking hunger dry. *Nerida Devour: fifteen percent Temporary Stats – Enemies Consumed: nine thousand four hundred* *Temporary Evolution: Void Tentacles – twenty percent Penetration* Rowan stands calm at the rear, grimoire blazing. Deep Script carves massive runes across the battlefield—glowing blue lines that slice swarm ships like hot knives through flesh. *Rowan Erasure Field: fifty-six thousand Enemies Deleted – Mana Cost: High*

The energy flowed up the machine’s arm, feeding the tubes. The glass sphere flared with a blinding white light. The children convulsed harder, their nervous systems overloaded by the injection of Berserker vitality. "Delicious," Nergal purred. The sound wave hit my face like a physical insult. "The Berserker’s fire is quite efficient." The machine turned its gaze toward me. It held my mate in the air like a piece of biological scrap. Viggo’s skin was leaching to a necrotic grey. His movements were slowing, his fingers twitching in an involuntary tremor.

“Why am I always clenching my asshole when you’re around these guys, Wrath?” Gage barked out a laugh. “Maybe Wrath’s the common denominator. He has some Hudson tendencies.” Weasel cupped his groin. “Nobody can have Hudson tendencies like Hudson. He’s just fucking unhinged.” “He told me about flaying that biker’s balls. It’s an interesting concept. I might have to try it the next time I’m asking questions nicely.” Jake laughed and motioned to Devon Longshire. “Get him in the van, Weasel. Your balls are safe tonight.”

I see her then, surrounded by three berserkers, each the size of a tree, foam dripping from their jaws. I break into a sprint. I shift mid-run, my limbs elongating, fur tearing through my skin in a painful rush. The world sharpens. My growl reverberates through the battlefield. I leap, claws sinking into the back of one berserker’s neck. We tumble together, a tangle of fur and fury. He howls and tries to shake me off, but I sink my teeth into his shoulder until I hear bone crunch. Another slams into me from the side. Pain explodes in my ribs. I hit the ground hard, vision blurring. But I get back up. I always get back up.

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

Once she ran out of bullets, he got to let go of Bagwis who was almost dead from the strangling. A huge roar from Benitez was heard from the place again. And as he screamed, his body doubled in size, his skin stretched and bled of black blood especially his face. His eyes turned hell red and it burned. He was grotesque and all of them, Bodie, Manila, Van, and Luna, standing from the entrance door, felt their feet struck frozen to the ground. They witnessed a demon right before their eyes. "And who in hell are you?!" He said, his almost skin-less eyes bulging out of his skull from fury.

The Death Wolf lunged. Claws carved through the air, seeking Heratte’s flesh. His attack struck true, raking down her arm—only for the black blood that spilled to stitch itself back together. Heratte smirked. She saw the flicker of disbelief in his glowing eyes. He attacked again. They clashed, an unstoppable force against an immovable object, drawing each other’s blood like predators locked in an eternal war. Their bodies crashed against trees, uprooting them with the sheer force of their battle, leveling the land beneath them.