Chapter 1 Berserk First Panel Novels & Stories

He looks enraged. “Bu... Buriko?!” Alfi is surprised to see Buriko can match Cindaku. “Let me take care of this fake tiger!” Buriko exclaims. They start the fisticuff. A mythical martial artist versus a Berserker. Of course, they can match each other. Not to mention that they hate losing. Fists, kicks, scratches, smashes, any blow they have they launch no matter how painful it is, they keep launching their fist. Alfi just remains silent watching the fisticuff there.

Chapter Sixty One POV: Sera Ashwood The first tear closed under my hands like a wound sealing and I stood in the middle of the borderlands with my wolf fully forward and my chest heaving and thought, I can do this, I can actually do this, and then I turned northwest because the second tear was pulling at me the way the first one had pulled and it was bigger and I could feel the difference in the pull the way you feel the difference between a stream and a river when you are standing in both.

“Four berserkers. Their wolf forms are hideous, just as you wanted.” Zykos laughed, clapping once with genuine delight. “They’re perfect. You did well this time, Fitz.” His eyes darkened as he looked at the berserkers. The sight inside the cage made Liliana’s chest tighten. Four wolves snarling, broken beyond recognition. Bones pushed out from their joints, their bodies carved up by deep, unhealed wounds. Flesh was rotting, barely clinging to them, like it could fall away at any moment. They were hardly alive, trapped between constant pain and madness.

he refute "Yes, that's why they will have to conceal themselves. In other words, hide. For example, at the back where the dragon's eye can't reach" With this, he nodded his head. It seems like he's finally satisfied by my answer. "Anyway, right after finally succeeding in making a fatal bñow at it's forehead and two eyes, we'll have to withdrew first because the dragon will most likely enter the berserk mode where it can destroy it's surrounding" I like their gazes now really. They are looking at me attentively and is listening while understanding everything. It seems lile they are no longer looking down on me

Her eyes widen as she stands up from her seat, “That was it! They were outnumbered because not all of the berserkers were there!” The three Alphas exchanged knowing looks, understanding Callista's thoughts. Transforming into their werewolf forms, they sprinted towards the cabin, sensing the imminent danger that had disrupted their connection earlier. Upon arrival, they found Payne's Betas locked in combat with Berserkers, genetically enhanced adversaries who posed a formidable challenge even for skilled Betas. Just in time, the three Alphas joined the fray, supported by Callista, Raina, Moriarty, and Dimitri.

Tears welled in her eyes — of fury, grief, hope. But before she could speak— A second explosion rocked the cavern. The floor beneath their feet split. From below, something monstrous emerged — the berserker. The same one from the mines, now larger, darker, and utterly rabid. The creature had followed them. It had waited. And now, it struck. The ground collapsed. Nyra screamed. Riven grabbed her just in time. Celeste va nished into the shadows. And Lyra— Lyra fell into the chasm.

It was a relief that I was in a place where no one else was, except Konstantin. I felt a burst of pain spread through my body, and black blood dripped down my nose. I lifted my hands up to see black, voracious veins on them. It had happened, I had gone berserk. But at least, I could control it now. "So it was true." Konstantin walked up to me, "It's a pity I couldn't see the you the first time you went berserk." "You couldn't resist the urge to." It laughed, "I'm stronger than you think, let me in ,beast."

He spun on his heel in a roundhouse kick that slammed into my jaw with the force of a siege hammer, spattering thick saliva and blood across the black ash. A tense murmur rippled through the Northern spectators. I wiped my chin on the back of my forearm, baring my fangs in a savage grin. Pain did not deter me; it only fed the berserker tide burning through my veins like Greek fire. “Is that all your star‑pack teaches, pale dog?” I rumbled, voice rising from the depths of my chest. Varek howled in fury, shedding his aristocratic composure. His body cracked into a terrifying partial shift: jaw dislocating into a lupine muzzle of frost‑white fur, ears sharpening, and thick freezing mist billowi

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!

Could she give hers and leave them in a world consumed by war? Her answer never came. Because the final chain broke. The sound was like the sky shattering. The abyss split open in a roar of flame and shadow, and from its depths, an ancient presence surged upward. Wolves fell silent, their bodies frozen as an aura of pure terror spread across the battlefield. Fenris was rising. The First Howl let out one last scream, its body convulsing before collapsing into ash that scattered in the storm. Its purpose fulfilled. And then Serena saw it. A massive claw, black as night but veined with silver fire, piercing the edge of the abyss. Then another. The earth split wider as a colossal head began to e