Glutton Berserker Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What a fight!" I caught my breath, dropping the blade to the floor. Gullinkambi took that as a sign to exit my berserker furor like the bears did their warriors, and his spirit reformed into the proud cockerel by my side, cocking his head to the side and chirruping. I struggled for breath, gasping, and the entire room clapped.

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!

Then he trails off as I raise my eyebrows at him before he shoves his hands into his pockets and brings out a black collar, "H-Here. Everyone has theirs. T-This is yours." I take it. The material around it feels like velvet though it's black in colour with the word GLUTTONY in yellow shiny stones before I turn to Mel, and notice his collar has ENVY. "Seven deadly sins?" I ask. He shrugs, resting on the scythe "I-It was Ber's idea." I find myself pouting and putting the collar on, "Dunno why I got gluttony though." "Don't be so modest darling, you know why."

His choice. Njord would never have allowed himself to lose control like that. It wasn’t in his nature. But, unlike some, he didn’t feel contempt for those who did. Men and women had their reasons for behaving in certain ways; he knew that better than most. Also, there was no chance Har would come anywhere near. He himself was fond of the kind of woodland mushrooms which his fellow berserker was trying to quit. His own stomach was strong, given what he had witnessed in battle. Recalling how he had jested with Beyla made him close to smiling, something he rarely did except in this company. He supposed they were misfits like him which suited him fine. Except when it came to her.

A thunderous wolf howl shook the air. In the distance, clouds of dust rose as a massive wolf pack came charging in. "Supreme Snow, this is Berserk Wolf Tribe. They carry the berserker gene, capable of unleashing 120% combat power. We selected the most aggressive, unrestrained wolves to form a 100,000-strong Berserk Wolf Troop. "Flamingo Air Troop and Berserk Wolf Troop await your inspection, Supreme Snow!" Gideon smiled broadly, turning to the champions and saying sincerely, "You've done exceptionally well. I owe all of you—every mech warrior and every killer tribe—a deep debt of gratitude. Your efforts have made it possible to build this formidable force in such a short time."

It barely covered my thighs, and the fabric clung to my breasts, making my nipples poke through. Heads turned my way. Men in the stands pointed and whistled. I felt exposed, but a thrill ran through me. This was my chance for something wild. I scanned the arena. Three gladiators caught my eye. They had just won their fight and stood tall, covered in sweat and grime. The first one, Marcus, was bald and huge, over six feet with muscles like rocks. He held a net and trident, his eyes sharp and hungry. Next to him was Secundus, dark hair matted to his forehead, broad chest heaving as he gripped his sword. His arms were thick from years of battle.

He was dressed in rich clothing, and he had a naked servant by his side who was pouring wine into his frequently empty cup. Mordeu couldn’t help but wonder how the man would look like when he turned into a wolf, if his gut would still accompany him. The other man, Stregobor, was different. He was just like Alvitir, except his expression was hardened and he seemed angry. He was serious and stolid, and he was dressed in black. He drank no wine but held a sword at his side, which Mordeu guessed he rarely used. He seemed brutal, and the scar across his left eye helped with the creepy appearance.

"Glenn! You’re acting like a common assassin for the very men who would see our lineage burned to cinders! Drop the blade!" Glenn doesn't even flicker. He doesn't look at me like the boy I grew up with, the boy who stood by my side during the harsh winters, the one who shared rations when the storehouses were empty. His face is a mask of granite, carved from the same cold, uncompromising stone as the Grand Wolf Assembly he now serves. He charges, his sword hissing as it slices through the stagnant air. It is a blur of lethal, practiced speed, a testament to the brutal training the Assembly forces upon its elite guards.

It staggered backward as blood spilled through his open wounds and swung its claws at Lucian who was quick and agile, deftly dodging the blows as he slashed at its chest with his silver sword. The berserker howled in agony as the silver blade burst into its flesh, but it didn't fall.

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”