Fate Grand Order Berserker Novels & Stories

As the giant trunk started to go down, the berserker ape’s exhilaration was reaching its peak. Then it hits. The sound of wood splintering echoes in the woods. Then the berserker feels a tough object strike its chest. It backs away in pain unable to release it in the form of a roar. It vomits blood. It was hit by something. Opening its eyes, the berserker sees the Draco’s claw clenched into a fist. How did it know to do that? It simply copied the berserker’s attack except that it was supported by a far more powerful force.

What he saw then had left him speechless. Pavan had partially awakened a dormant physique—something incredibly rare. The Berserker Physique. A brutal, chaotic body-type known for unmatched strength, terrifying stamina… and mindless destruction. According to Danial’s inheritance scrolls, the Berserker Physique was almost mythical. Usually only seen in monstrous warriors or heavily muscled body refiners. Pavan was… well, Pavan. Smart-mouthed, lean, and occasionally lazy. How he had that physique was a mystery.

“The vampire in the woods said something about that. Like the vikings?” "That's where the term comes from, yes. Many of them were among our kind as well, although we've existed in most cultures around the world for as long as anyone can recall. A berserker is a very special type of werewolf that comes around once, maybe twice in each generation. He or she is capable of entering into an altered state while engaged in battle. The wolf spirit takes over completely and the thirst for blood outweighs all else." She swallowed hard. "That's what happened? That's why he's gone, because he's off killing people?”

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

Unlike his friends, the now Alpha and Beta. I can't feel anything except this burning rage, the want for revenge is swallowing up my life. I wish I cared, but I don't they will pay they all will. This was four years ago and now I work hard to rise through the ranks and drown myself in drink at night, but I will burn this pack to the ground before I take my last breath. ---- Enyo Burnside (Unexpected encounter)

"It’s control. It’s survival. Your Berserker power is a runaway train. We are the Found Family that must act as the tracks." Rhys flipped open the journal, pointing to a diagram of six interlocking symbols. "Each of us represents a different anchor point needed to balance the Berserker’s fire—discipline, calm, intellect, courage, and stability. You are the center. You complete us, but we contain you." It was a cold, clinical proposition, utterly devoid of affection. Yet, it was the only promise of Redemption she had ever been offered. They weren't just protecting her; they were offering her the one thing she craved: control over the chaos.

Becky rolls her eyes at me after she manages to give me the final stitch. ‘You’re the Lord of our coven, who's supposed to be strong and powerful, yet here you are being the biggest sook over a few stitches.’ ‘You just gave me six stitches on my arm and another fourteen on my chest! So that’s more than a few stitches.’ ‘The lion’s breath was supposed to make you brave and not sook the entire time. Must have been a dud bottle,’ Becky laughs.

This guy was just too skinny and light for Kalen to struggle to bring him down. Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! The fall disoriented him, so he couldn’t react as Kalen unleashed a flurry of blows at his face. The Berserker Battle Mode is a very straightforward and easy divine battle art, but don’t dare underestimate its strength. This series of calculations by him was all it took to kill this troublesome fellow. His flurry of blows blew his opponent’s head off, as his brain matters scattered all over the floor. The spectators were slow to react but as soon as they understood, cheers erupted everywhere.

Dimitri muttered as he yawned, while some of the werewolves glared at him, chemical junkies, is a forbidden word for the berserker in the werewolf kind. Gale took a sigh, although he hated it when Dimitri was mocking the berserker, he knew that it was very much the truth about the berserker. A mutant that comes from an unnatural selection by drugs, makes them perfect soldiers but also curses the user of the drug to be dependent on the substance.

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.