Fate Grand Order Berserker Novels & Stories

he said "stay away from Lucy, this is between the both of us" I said "okay fine but I want you to introduce me to her" he said "why should I", I asked " don't play that game with me unless you want me to blow your cover" he said " okay fine is that all you want?", I asked "as her father", he replied " what the hell!!!", I cursed " are you crazy" I asked "that girl is almost sixteen" I said

“What will I do?” “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” “Jerk! Go, buy me boba. I’ll crush your hero later.” Aiko started playing moba. She tuned up the volume to break the silence in the room. “Hmmm…Aiko, can you please get that shirt for me?” Aiko looked up at Kalli and scanned the room for the shirt he was referring to. “Oh, shit, my turret is under attack.” Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side.

Ben shook his head, "There are very few left, but they're not all dead. One of them owed me a favour. She managed to complete the branding spell before you woke up." I shook my head in disbelief. The branding spell, an age-old charm that could only be done by an Argo's which. It forced the wolf into the pack and left the pack's crest on the body as a result. The spell was used during the Great Border Wars. But there were hardly any Argo's witches left, most were hunted and killed after the war. You can't be a guardian and belong to a pack. Ben was my alpha now. "Welcome to the pack love."

He had completely changed by the time he touched down, becoming a massive black wolf with fiery golden eyes. Snarls tore from the rogues' throats as they turned. For a brief moment, they paused, aware of the power emanating from Darius, but their instincts were swiftly overridden by hunger and desperation. The biggest rogue charged first. Their bodies collided with bone-crushing force as Darius confronted him. Fur and flesh were cut by teeth and claws, but Darius battled with a fierceness that came from a desperate situation. He dug his teeth into the rogue’s shoulder and hurled him to the ground. Darius tore into his neck before he had a time to recover. As blood splattered throughout the a

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

I was certain that I looked as red as a tomato right about now. There were many of us who ended up eating together, and it was great to get to know everyone. The Mazarine Protectors were masters of the elements. An element chose their Protector. Yes, you heard me right. For example, Lady Amaralyn Mazarine was chosen by fire while her sister was chosen by water. The Velardi Protectors were connected with Mother Earth. They had influence over the environment and some even had influence over animals. Sir Daverly Velardi, for example, had influence over any living animal.

a different man snarled, sounding like a predatory wolf. “I mistook my way. Please, my mistress will beat me if I am late returning with the fungi.” “So, you are a slave,” a third berserker stated. She caught a glimpse of him between the saplings, stroking his chin. “Maybe you would like to be ours. Exclusively.” He laughed, stooping low to whisper something which Beyla couldn’t catch, no matter how far she leaned towards them. All at once, she overbalanced with a loud crash, falling in the underbrush which snagged her bodice and did its best to rip the skirts of her gown.

She nodded knowingly once I was done. “You have heard of berserkers right?” “The mad Viking warriors who fought without fears and from which the work berserk comes from?” “More or less,” she said. “There are a few ways to make a berserker, one includes a potion including hallucinogenic and painkillers, but there are other ways. One is to summon the spirit of a predator, often bears or wolves, in a form of controlled possession. The spirits heighten stamina, pushes limits and the pain threshold too. Pain is there to limit us so not to hurt ourselves. Your nerve endings are there to stop you from tearing your muscles. Which is why berserkers don’t have a long life expectancy, but werewolves ar

he shrieked, hurling two lances of pure white fire straight at my throat. I did not flinch. I walked straight through the inferno. The flames singed the tips of my silver pelt—but my berserker regeneration knit the wounds shut instantly, fueled by the unbreakable bond Maya held behind me, her mark pouring life into my veins. I closed the gap in a single leap that shook the coastline to its foundations. I crashed down upon him like a falling star. My jaws locked around his right shoulder, shattering plate armor and rending his immortal golden flesh with one brutal wrench. The tyrant screamed—a raw, human sound of agony—as his divine blood gushed hot and thick across the black sand.

Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.