Novelas y relatos de Berzerk

"Berserker needs to eat." Knowing I should just leave it alone, I asked the question. "Berserker?" Asher gave me a toothy smile. "My bear: Berserker. Your tiger is Junior. Taryk's panther is Smoke. Atlas' wolf is Mr. Hyde. Ransom is Tonto. And Saint is Ten." He made a face at the last man. "You took all my fun by already having a name for your inner beast." "Thank Gaia for that," Saint said.

"Fuck! It's Scorched Canyon!" "Goddammit, it's so hot you can cook an egg on a rock. Who the fuck thought of this stupid scenario? There's nothing here that's worth fighting for!" "90% of my loadout is based on lasers. I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to sit here and afk for a while."

The competition was fierce, and the stakes were high—the losers had to do a dramatic reading of the most passive-aggressive email they’d received that week. ​"Hannah! You’re up!" Sarah pulled me toward the table. "You and me vs. the IT guys. Don't let the Velez reputation down!" ​The game was a blur of neon lights and splashing beer. For the first time in months, I wasn't thinking about landslides, search teams, or the heavy secret Ashton was carrying back to the island. I was just focused on the arc of a ping-pong ball. ​We were winning. Every time I landed a shot, the room erupted. The music shifted to a heavy, rhythmic beat, and the energy in the room spiked.

I smirked as I grabbed the keys to my car. "Damn, should I go check on her?" He asked. "Nah she's good." I said as I started making my way towards the front door. "I'll be back soon, and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." I said before walking outside into my all black Bugtti Veyron with silver rims. I pulled the gun out of my waistband and set it on the seat beside me. As I pulled out of the driveway I found myself getting into a battle with myself about what I was going to do.

He starts to flash me pictures of my mate, refusing to allow me to have any pleasure. I roar in frustration, standing I start to destroy the room. The laughing never stopping, I cant shut this fucker out. I stand in the middle of her room, the place in carnage and my chest heaving. I hear someone rushing towards the room, I catch the scent of my Beta as I pull the door open.

Xiao Long focused the Aura of Destruction onto his right leg and slammed it into the three claw wounds on the black bull's body. Bummm! The Black Demonic Bull was sent flying back by Xiao Long, then uprooted some of the trees it hit. However, the black bull instantly got back up and attacked again. This was what made Berserk terrifying, the Demonic Beast would not feel any pain until the Berserk State ended. Yes, the Berserk State had a certain active time. “ Looking at its red aura, it will only last for a few minutes before collapsing due to the side effects of the Berserk State. Hold out that long and we'll win!” Xiao Long said, to which the other four nodded in return.

“Just a scratch.” “We need to fall back to the eastern line. Rowan’s trying to regroup.” “No time,” he growls, eyes darting toward the hill. “They’re bringing the berserkers.” My blood chills. The berserkers. Rowan told me they are Nightowl’s most unstable fighters. Feral. Rabid. Uncontrollable. “Kaia!” Rhea shouts from the rooftop. “We need you, NOW!” I see her then, surrounded by three berserkers, each the size of a tree, foam dripping from their jaws.

Rax rushed forward with his fist clenched. Noah tensed expecting the usual Air cannon, yet the former changed his plans. His fists unclenched to form a palm which he slapped out. Berserker's Palm: Air Sweep! Unlike the usual concentrated cannon-like attack, the one he executed seemed more scattered and covered a much wider area. Noah could not do much against the attack since his Flicker wasn't that advanced to teleport across such a large area, so he could only execute his Dragon Guard at the expense of some strained muscles.

She felt a tightness in her abdomen, and she pressed a protective hand to her belly. Nero’s jaw tightened, but his composure remained unshaken. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t pale. He merely stood over the corpse like a monarch surveying the consequences of rebellion. “Someone’s making moves before the game even starts,” he said coolly, his voice edged with steel. He knew that this was standard Russian watermark, but he chose to keep calm. He would reply Sokolov in his own way and at his own time. He would surely return the favour.

[SYSTEM MESSAGE: APEX CORE EXPOSED.] [WARNING: LETHAL DAMAGE IMMINENT. INITIATING SERVER-WIDE WIPE PROTOCOL IN 00:00:04...] The digital battlefield of Aegis Online was a chaotic, hyper-saturated symphony of shattered code and screaming metal.