Griffith Berserk Novels & Stories

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.

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?!

The whole exclusive clique from hell had to no what it looked like to cross me, And this time, they more than crossed me! I dropped onto one knee, then suppressed the howl that came with bones rearranging themselves; ready to give in to the beast that wanted to claw itself way out of my soul when someone gripped my shoulder with the force of the world. I spun around to find Grace with a berserk look on her face.

Stuart turned to glare at me furiously like I were some hysterical woman making a scene. He scolded, "Veronica, look at what you've become! What's the point of throwing a tantrum now? What's done is done!" His cold words made it sound like my grandfather, Alfred Gallagher, was just dealing with a common cold and not waiting for brain surgery. I stared at the man I'd been married to for over a decade, feeling my heart sink drastically. "Have you forgotten how Creed Group was built from the ground up? Have you forgotten it was Grandpa who took a knife for you when you were kidnapped? The wound from then still hurts from time to time for him!

When it came time for Cenam to speak, he rose with the confidence of a child in a new place. Surprisingly, he chose to narrate the tale of Father Grude. The priest was known for his different achievements, but what he was famed for was the nickname his brutal display in battle earned him: The Berserker. So great was his rage in battle that most men thought him blinded by it. He would slay down enemies and allies alike, and even his brothers did not venture near him in times of battles. Stories had it that during one of his wars he suffered capture at the hands of the Rhobos, where his brothers mounted a rescue. One that proved unneeded.

“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

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

The earth beneath her feet darkened, appearing to be on fire. A rhythmic shockwave erupted and spewed noxious gas into the air. A razor-sharp crescent slice spread into the air, illuminating it with a neon brilliance. The sword stroke struck the beast in the chest, pushing him away from Creed. She appeared right next to Creed and pulled him up from the ground. "How long does your berserk skill last?" She asked, "5 more minutes! then i'll probably pass out!" Creed answers, "Yours?" "6 minutes!" Grisha uttered, "Hmm… so… Truce?? until we escape this?"

Morgan Senior? "It's no wonder that Eric turned out to be such a selfish person as well. He got it from you!" Brian chuckled coldly and waved his hand in the air. At once, a team of men in black appeared and surrounded the crowd.

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.