Griffith Berserk Novels & Stories

Wait, why does he look like a real berserker? Jeje flies through the sky by boosted by the fire igniting on his back like a real Gundam. He flies tearing the wing with his piercing hand and flies back tearing it again. He keeps doing that that Ahol wings are full of holes. Buriko beats the Tasmanian Devil with his ax in rampaging mode. Why does he really resemble Heracles?!

A second later, another wolf, this one slate gray, jumped onto the black wolf and grabbed it by the throat. I stared at them in shock. I wasn’t sure how, but I recognized them. The black wolf was Gilliam. I should have known that from the start. Soxor must have done something to him. A berserker spell, most likely. The other two were Sybil and Rydel. It was obvious that they knew each other well. They worked in concert to pin and attack the behemoth that had once been Gilliam. The problem with a berserker spell was that the longer it was active, the more it ate away at the sanity of subject. Gilliam wasn’t able to think of anything but blood now, and he wasn’t able to counter their attacks b

These berserk werewolves could be the missing werewolves from so many packs. The team was split into two different lines; the Frontier line and the second line. The Alphas and Betas were leading the frontier while the Gammas were leading the second line. The berserk werewolves weren’t that far anymore. Their growls were getting louder with each heavy stomp. When the first berserk wolf appeared, Cohen jumped in and fought it. He bit the wolf by the neck but not deep enough to kill it. Cohen broke the wolf’s front and back paws. The injuries could heal in a matter of hours. It was good enough rather than killing it on the spot.

He spun on his heel in a roundhouse kick that slammed into my jaw with the force of a siege hammer, spattering thick saliva and blood across the black ash. A tense murmur rippled through the Northern spectators. I wiped my chin on the back of my forearm, baring my fangs in a savage grin. Pain did not deter me; it only fed the berserker tide burning through my veins like Greek fire. “Is that all your star‑pack teaches, pale dog?” I rumbled, voice rising from the depths of my chest. Varek howled in fury, shedding his aristocratic composure. His body cracked into a terrifying partial shift: jaw dislocating into a lupine muzzle of frost‑white fur, ears sharpening, and thick freezing mist billowi

“That would be a good idea.’ Griffith emerged out of the shadows. “I’m sick and tired of seeing your ass. Get out of here already.’ “Griffith.’ Jeremy yelled. “What! Am I not speaking the truth? Are there any sort of lies to what I’m saying right now?’ “Just stay out of this,’ Jeremy warned. “I’m not. As long as it concerns Clyde, I’m not staying out of this. I want her to get out of here. She makes me sick to the bones. Seeing her face every morning even worsens the issue.’ “I don’t give a damn about the reason you hate me so much. You are so possessive, manipulative, and jealous of someone you barely know just because you are in love with seraphim.” I shouted back at him to get on his nerv

Tortured. Find my apprentice. Find Quin Kaylus. Capax Infiniti. Breathing heavily, he forcefully grabbed the shoulder of the blonde woman and intensely looked at her straight in the eyes. A low guttural sound escaped his mouth, as he hissed. "Now, tell me! Where the hell is this ceremony going to be?!," he snapped at the woman without being aware that he shouted loudly, his mind overwhelmed with his distraught emotions and grief. The maid was frightened at his sudden demeanor and was shaking badly, but his grip was too tight she had no choice but to answer him.

Eriva let out a small growl, her eyes glistening a light shade of gold, her fox coming to the surface. A fight between a golden dragon and a cunning 9 tailed werefox didn’t seem like a good idea right about now. We didn’t want to step into world war z just yet! We had so much on our platter to take care of! “Okay, guys. Calm down. Volkavik, that wasn’t nice, man. We need the phoenix, safe and alive. Or else we will be stuck in this reliquary for as long as your mind allows. We’ve been here for ages now, I think it’s time to get out and if we’re going to get out, we need HER. She is Grisha, remember!” Crescent stepped in putting his hands up. The fade scales on Volkavik’s skin faded and he st

Aegeus's eyes flashed with inspiration. His mind was a mess and his reasoning was clouded, yet he could feel the spirit of war bubbling within him. His power as a Berserker filled his bones with strength and made them tougher than the most precious of stones. His muscles were akin to the thick hide of an Ascension Beast - a beast of divinity - and the blood that run through his veins were as precious as gold. The rubies lodged within his eye sockets gleamed as a great thirst for battle filled his bones. His arms ached, but he was a Body Wielder! Pain, persistence and endurance were his bread and butter! Unless his bones were crushed to dust and his muscles torn to bits, he would still fight!

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

However, Tristan didn't seem to care about what the Berserkers were showing; he was just trying to survive the attack and counterattack the Berserkers. "Why are there so many bullies lately...?" muttered Tristan as he ran up to one of the Berserkers and gave him a punch in the stomach that sent the Berserker tumbling backwards from the force of Tristan's push. However, seeing his friend being attacked by Tristan, several other Berserkers simultaneously attack Tristan. In fact, they were able to hit Tristan in the face with a kick and send him flying, landing on the grapevines that had fallen due to Tristan's body being kicked by the Berseker.