Novelas y relatos de Berzerk

I typed 'Berserker' and a lot of meanings appeared but there is one thing that caught my attention. Although similar groups have been found around the world, berserker generally refers to the small class of Nordic peoples who could be found preforming inhuman feats on the battlefield. When in combat a berserker would fight nude and/or completely unarmored, sometimes taking the skins of bears, wolves or other beasts to heighten his appearance. Uncontrollable rage is the signature of the berserker. To enter this rage many would have pre-battle ceremonies in which they would consume alcohol, and work themselves up into a violent, bloodlusting mood through dance and similar actions, and then oft

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.

Varz smiles. “Ah~ Yes, You are a natural S.,” Cocong said in ecstasy. “I probably should have cut your mouth off before using you,” Varz said irritatedly. Cakra and Buriko are having fun beating up those Leak with their incredible brute strengths. “You are not half bad,” Buriko said while beating them up. “You either!” Cakra said while beating them up. “Let’s have a game. The one who kills most of them is the winner.” Buriko summons his wooden ax.

It was the first time, after knowing him for so long, to see him this way. The Dongyue she had known was an incredibly calm man. But today, he resembled a barbarian in berserk mode. Barbarians were melee warriors who had a unique ability, the war cry, which enabled them to enter a stage of insanity and cut everything down in their path, including allies. Hence, it was called the ‘berserk mode’ by her elders. Xiyu just stared at Dongyue without uttering a single word. Probably he also sensed her discomfort because instead of admonishing her, he took her in his arms and deposited her back on her bed, where he stayed vigil at her bedside, contemplating his thoughts seriously.

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

Derek was nearby too, watching us fight — no — he was coordinating the whole fight, controlling every ultima. I heard a chuckle. “Enough playing around. We don’t want our audience to get bored, do we?” Derek’s voice. “Last command. Go… berserk… Damen!” I widened my eyes and started looking around frantically. The ultima who was standing in the middle of the crater lifted his dark eyes to me. I flew in the air and hovered above him, feeling the blood cool in my body. I just had a feeling — this really sad and strong feeling that —

A territory of farmlands. As I get closer, I find the Alpha shoving one of his pack members over, knocking her basket of vegetables to the ground. 'Alpha Trent,' I say out loud. He turns and becomes nervous when he sees me. He has no warriors nearby. Without further notice, Chaos rips his head off where he stands. The pack members are in total shock but seem happy that their cruel Alpha is dead. Farglen is now my territory. My new pack members bow their heads, showing their necks in submission.

"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!"

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

Sarn In the corner of my mind, I hear them shouting. My rage has taken over and I have no control left to stop the destruction even when someone yells directly in my ear, "Sarn, dammit that's enough!" I don't care. I will destroy everything around me. That's what I'm good at. Everyone in my path goes up in flames. Smoke escapes from my nostrils as I think about burning this building down around me. It would feel so damn good to let go.