God Hand Berserk Members Novels & Stories

This was the secret of the True Goddess's power. A Berserk Mode! Berserkers like Selina and Aegeus were rare because it wasn't easy to awaken the power of a rage fighter. However, the True Goddess had been able to share this power with her subordinates and create a false state of berserk that had a few side effects on its user.

Ares is the God of War, slaughter, and unbridled chaos. Naturally, his Awakeners are not known for their even tempers. In the squad room on the top floor of the elite dorms, Bore stares at his phone screen. His crimson hair is literally sparking with aggressive divine energy. He reads his direct messages. Then, with a roar, he kicks a heavy mahogany chair straight through the reinforced glass wall. CRASH. "What the fuck is this?!" Bore bellows, his voice echoing like a cannon.

These eight individuals were all martial gods, and among them were two particularly powerful elders who had already reached the mid-stage of martial god. The two leading figures radiated the most imposing aura. One wore a purple crown while the other had a thick beard and piercing, sinister eyes. "Where's Lysander? What happened to him?" the bearded man demanded. "He's dead," Chase replied indifferently. "What?! Who dares to kill him?!" The bearded man erupted in rage, his eyes burning with fury as he glared at Chase. The other warriors were equally shocked. Lysander, an early-stage martial god, had actually been killed?

Njord and Tyr spotted the caves at the same time. They approached with caution, two young men trained in a fighting culture. The berserkers weren’t far behind. He felt a kind of pride in being their unacknowledged leader, though he supposed the Icelander would have something to say about that. “Still here then,” he commented, as he had done countless times since they’d set off on this mission so close to both their hearts. As usual Tyr chose to ignore his levity. The two of them were firm friends and a bit of ribbing wasn’t about to change that.

“Don’t let me catch you here again or anywhere near my team. Got it? General Abtez.” He glared at me, his eyes flickering ice blue again. I did not need him to go into a rage in my camp. I met his gaze and refused to back down. Berserkers respected strength and power, so I refused to show weakness to them.

A group of people appeared before the Webers—the berserkers who had been empowered through the Nine Dragon Spirits’ energy. The berserkers roared wildly and charged at the Webers. However, Frosch and his allies did not falter even in the face of such ferocity. In fact, they held the upper hand due to their greater strength. "Charge!" Frosch shouted. Wielding his sword, he effortlessly cut down every enemy in his path. After dealing with the last berserker, Frosch breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly returned home with his troops and approached Adrian.

They hadn’t been taught this at the seminary. “Father Grude,” Bratvi continued, “was the most prominent. He was berserker that truly made impact. Now, I have studied every text concerning berserkers in the history of seminary, it is reason I was sent here. I know them more than most. Berserkers aren’t people you work with. Working with one reduces their efficiency. If you want to use berserker the best way possible, let them work alone. Working with berserker is counterproductive. They aren’t the kind to follow plans. So making one with them in it is waste of time.”

"That is what happened. The gods were a major part of our lives then. Today, the people have all but forgotten them except in myth and story." "Okaaaay." Liv drew out the word. "We'll go with that for now." Brodi frowned at her but continued. "The gods wanted to contain the power of my family so they cursed us. If the male heir, the pack Alpha, did not find his fated mate within a certain time, he turned into a Berserker. A Berserker is a being who has immeasurable strength but no reason. He kills indiscriminately. He cannot, therefore, lead a clan or pack. He must be put down." Brodi's voice lowered. "Many members of my family were killed over the years by an Alpha who went Berserker before

It was Axel that called her a dumbass idiot to her face. Goddess, he was so much like his father. His father, Gabriel, was more than my best friend. He was my brother for all intents and purposes. He was so damn proud that his son was selected to be a Lamia for this upcoming leadership. Ryker slingshotted two pebbles in a row. He readied another one, but her survival instincts seem to have finally kicked in. “Daniel Roshin, Cal Row, Thane Harmond, Davey Walters, Paul Dale, Chris Kane, Chaz Bonin, Ross Taylor, Nate Danvers, Harrison Vashi, Finnley Prior. There were a couple that I don’t remember the names of.”

It’s been only days that they left but he’s getting anxious because of not getting any news or update from them. A man with spiked hair and emo makeup speaks up, “Nothing, boss. It seems like they disappeared into thin air.” He boringly look on his nails and continues, “If I am the one you sent there, Black Dragon will be dead in a blink. Bacchus and his team are useless.” The other members of the gang nervously look at Hercules gauging his reaction to the man’s comment. The team he sent to Korea is the best team that they have.