Going Berserk: Back With A Vengeance Novels & Stories

“So I'm not here to fucking stop you, why would I? I want to destroy Baekalis, her husband the way they almost did Denzel. We want thesame fucking thing.” “And the next time you fucking talk to me like that, I'll fucking gut you,” I finished, stepping towards him. I looked up at him, my own jaw locked in determination as the thirst for vengeance swirled in his eyes. The flame crackled a few feet away from us, the orange leaking into the brown of his eyes, hell hath no fury like an angel scorned. Hell hath no fury like an angel scorned indeed. ~•~ Over the course of the next few days, the rogues worked together with us, suiting up as we got ready for what could possibly be the biggest and las

However, as the wolf blood inside him burned and boiled, he once again entered that berserk state he experienced upon emerging from the source of the Water of Remembrance. Furthermore, the wolf blood had evolved. This time, the berserk state was even more thorough and fierce, granting Andrius power comparable to heaven and earth. Boom! Bam! Thud!

I see her then, surrounded by three berserkers, each the size of a tree, foam dripping from their jaws. I break into a sprint. I shift mid-run, my limbs elongating, fur tearing through my skin in a painful rush. The world sharpens. My growl reverberates through the battlefield. I leap, claws sinking into the back of one berserker’s neck. We tumble together, a tangle of fur and fury. He howls and tries to shake me off, but I sink my teeth into his shoulder until I hear bone crunch. Another slams into me from the side. Pain explodes in my ribs. I hit the ground hard, vision blurring. But I get back up. I always get back up.

I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin. With a sharp, sweeping motion of my arm, I unleashed a massive wave of raw fire straight toward the grand entrance. ​The roaring inferno slammed into the reinforced ironwood doors with the force of a collapsing mountain. ​There was a deafening roar as the flames devoured the thick wood instantly, superheating the metal plating until it melted into glowing liquid slag.

Jensen's sudden transformation shook everyone, leaving them bewildered. "What is this? Is he going berserk?" Henry's face darkened as he was about to step forward to intervene. However, he had not expected Jensen to go berserk suddenly. A berserker could not be stopped. Jensen had to unleash that terrifying strike fully. Under normal circumstances, going berserk would not only inflict immense damage to the body but also harm the cultivator's foundation, affecting their future advancement. What was most frightening was that Jensen's current state was far from ordinary. His crimson eyes indicated that he could not properly control his berserk state.

He shivered excessively, breaking out in cold perspiration all over his back. Just as he was in despair, he suddenly saw Caleb. He could not help but gaze in a mixture of surprise and disbelief. How could this man be here? Caleb did not appear to acknowledge him. He took a seat alone at the gambling table. Bert did not recognize Caleb, but he was angered by his haughty demeanor. He snarled out, ''Do you know how much money he owes me? You want to bet with me? What are you going to bet on?"

"Have some decency, boss. You almost killed him, but you're mating with her? Wow. Just wow." Wakkin didn't stop slow-clapping. He didn't even feel bothered that Winston was glaring at him, as I think he was demanding an apology. "Winston. You should apologize to him." "Why would I?" "You were berserking a while ago." I shared, "You almost killed us!" "I did?" "Yes." Winston looked shocked. Of course he will be clueless because being in berserk will not allow him to retain any memory of berserk. They literally turned into crazed creatures, so I think we can't consider them themselves if they turn berserk like that.

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

"HESTIA!!" I screamed, as my whole body tremble in range. I can see red. I immediately ran toward them. I'm gonna kill this motherfucker. I knew there is something wrong with this motherfucker, the moment he step out of that yacht. I channel all of my anger and range so I can push him off of Hestia. I pushed him to the ground, hard. I didn't waste any more time, and I started punching his face. "YOU! DISGUSTING!! PIG!"

“And second of all, you don’t tell me what to do.” Letting out a frustrated groan, the last man standing drove at me, his golf club lifted in the air, and I caught him just in time to land a vicious jab in his gut, then I sent him sprawling to the ground with an uppercut fueled with rage. Just then, as I advanced towards the dungeon, more men poured down the stairwell, rushing towards me. And with a dry scoff, I cracked my knuckles, pulling up my sleeves. “Bring it on, assholes,” I cursed under my breath, picking up the golf club that lay on the floor next to me, and wiping it against the head of the man that lunged at me, grabbing him by the arm and flinging him to the side.