Going Berserk: Back With A Vengeance Novels & Stories

And on the day of my coronation ceremony, I drove a dagger of my own into that traitor’s chest—this time in front of the same Elders and Pack members who once mocked me. They didn’t question me again after that because they now believe that I have always been right. But the damage was done. The curse placed upon me as a child, perhaps by the Goddess, or by guilt—festered. On the night of every full moon, I lose control. I shift, and my wolf becomes feral. Unrecognizable. Unstoppable. A beast even I can’t tame. I ordered to be chained down—alone in the dungeon—to keep my pack safe.

Johnny immediately rushed over and grabbed my hand, since the special effects makeup would probably become displaced if I overdid it. In any case, did I deserve to die, then?! Fuelled by my intense hatred, I somehow managed to shake Johnny off, even making him stagger backward. "You heartless man! Why didn't you drive more carefully?" I sobbed as I continued to slap Louis' face continuously with both my palms. "Why'd you leave me all alone? I hate you, I hate you! Get up and answer me!" I must have hit him a dozen times already, and my palms were already numb, but he hadn't so much as twitched an eyelid. From the looks of it, Johnny was quite heavy-handed with the anaesthesia.

“Release the inner circle. Wake the berserkers.” A pause. Then: “Alpha, you said we wouldn’t—” “I’m saying it now,” I cut in coldly. “Unleash them. Unchain the nightmare.” The berserkers were barely wolves. Half-feral, born of breeding and brutality. I'd kept them locked away for a reason. That reason was now kicking down my front doors. “Let Xavier see what happens when you touch what’s mine,” I whispered.

"Hmm… If what you are saying is true, then they were formed by the time my summoning contract was completed. I need to speak with the elders of the city... Khorn, can I count on you to drive the enemy out of the city?" "If you will it, my Lord… then my berserkers will see it done," Khorn replied with a sadistic smile. "Then make it happen... No mercy or respite. Enjoy yourself, Khorn. Also, try to rescue as many civilians as possible while you're at it," Kent told the mighty berserker. "I shall not fail, my Lord," Khorn affirmed with a salute as his eyes turned bloody red. The Fell Fang berserkers have a unique ability called «Blood Rage». This genetic trait is well-known amongst the Fell Fa

I typed 'Berserker' and a lot of meanings appeared but there is one thing that caught my attention. Although similar groups have been found around the world, berserker generally refers to the small class of Nordic peoples who could be found preforming inhuman feats on the battlefield. When in combat a berserker would fight nude and/or completely unarmored, sometimes taking the skins of bears, wolves or other beasts to heighten his appearance. Uncontrollable rage is the signature of the berserker. To enter this rage many would have pre-battle ceremonies in which they would consume alcohol, and work themselves up into a violent, bloodlusting mood through dance and similar actions, and then oft

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

But, most importantly, he didn't look like he was about to commit murder. She didn't know why, but when she got to this section of the store and saw his back she instantly remembered B3055. She immediately called out to him without thinking, nevertheless, she quickly realized that she would benefit from having him as a friend and teammate because he was going to have a lot of defensive power which can also be turned into offensive power with the right strategy, so she wanted to tell him about the oncoming apocalypse.

I drove towards the beach because in a few minutes, the sun will rise and I want to see my last sunrise before having my revenge later on at night. As soon as I arrived at the beach, I got off my motorbike. I took off my helmet and sat down on the sand feeling the cold sea breeze. I closed my eyes and tears started to come out from my eyes remembering why I'm starting my revenge today. I got up and opened up the seat cushion of my motor bike. I looked at the small brown envelope and took it out. I walked slowly towards the water and closed my eyes praying for my sanity to go for revenge.

It only bought her ten seconds, but that was enough for Mira to get away. Fury boiled over inside me, and I slapped Cody.

AURORA I watched in horror and awe as chaos erupted before me. Warriors charged at my pack people; clashing in a brutal display of war. Screams tore through the air, mingling with the guttural growls of wolves mid-shift. Bodies dropped to the ground; some still, others writhing. The scent of blood and smoke quickly filled the atmosphere. “Show them no mercy!” I heard Damon roared. His voice thick with fury and power. His warriors responded like thunder, moving with lethal precision. It was a slaughter.