Guts Berserk Romane & Geschichten

They would still know to feed and prioritise attacking whoever or whatever they counted as threats first. In this case, the dead snow tiger was sensed even though it was stored in a space item. The aura emitted by the dead bodies of certain powerful beasts like the snow tiger, usually clouded the thoughts of weaker beasts in the area and causes them to turn berserk. These berserk beasts would kill and rampage in a bid to feed on the flesh of the dead beast before it began to decay because feeding on such a delicacy would most often than not, warrant positive mutations in their abilities, bodies and intellect.

I see and feel fear, shock and awe and that's when I realise that everyone is suddenly so much smaller than me . I look at my feet just to see black scaled feets, the feets of a beast . Once my shock is gone, anger and pain consumes me all over again and something new : the want for revenge! I mind link my men " I want them dead! All of them but the witch is mine" I growl in their heads and they kneel down before me and say " Yes Alpha!" We moved out fast and just as we reached the mountains Sergej links me" Alpha something is happening, the Berserkers are running and I feel fear. A lot of that, actually "

"Berserker needs to eat." Knowing I should just leave it alone, I asked the question. "Berserker?" Asher gave me a toothy smile. "My bear: Berserker. Your tiger is Junior. Taryk's panther is Smoke. Atlas' wolf is Mr. Hyde. Ransom is Tonto. And Saint is Ten." He made a face at the last man. "You took all my fun by already having a name for your inner beast." "Thank Gaia for that," Saint said.

What he saw then had left him speechless. Pavan had partially awakened a dormant physique—something incredibly rare. The Berserker Physique. A brutal, chaotic body-type known for unmatched strength, terrifying stamina… and mindless destruction. According to Danial’s inheritance scrolls, the Berserker Physique was almost mythical. Usually only seen in monstrous warriors or heavily muscled body refiners. Pavan was… well, Pavan. Smart-mouthed, lean, and occasionally lazy. How he had that physique was a mystery.

Fortunately, after forcing out the eight black needles, Chad found that the berserk pill was still intact. However, his body had been severely damaged due to the unique force-exerting technique of the Mountain Fists, making it suicidal to consume the berserk pill in his current state. Therefore, Chad could only hope the Yggdrasil seed could purify his body. Roar! Just as Jojo was about to pounce in front of Chad, Samuel, who had utterly lost control of his body to Evergrow, transformed into an ancient ferocious undead beast! With a wild roar, he lunged directly at Chad.

Emerged on the roof to chaos—three berserkers already up here, fighting with the garrison wolves. The catapults were visible on the ridge maybe two hundred yards out, teams loading another volley. Serna counted the time, maybe thirty seconds between shots. "SERNA BEHIND YOU." Someone screamed. She spun, berserker right there with an axe coming at her head. Dropped flat, felt the blade whistle overhead. Came up with her knife, opened his belly sideways. He went down screaming, guts trying to fall out. She stepped over him, moved toward the next one.

Did these things really have no weakness whatsoever? He ducked under a swipe of massive claws, rolled to the side to avoid snapping jaws, and came up slashing across the creature’s side with all his strength. Black blood sprayed in an arc but the wound closed almost as fast as he’d made it, flesh knitting together like it had never been cut. “This is getting ridiculous,” he said through gritted teeth, already planning his next three moves. Around him the battle raged in chaos and he could see Gerald fighting three shadow wolves at once with that berserk fury his bloodline was known for, his weapons moving so fast they blurred.

"YOU! DISGUSTING!! PIG!" I said, punching his face hard, over and over again. "MOTHERFUCKER!!" *punch "I!" *punch "WILL!" *punch "FUCKING!!" *punch "KILL YOU!!!" *punch. I said punching him over and over and over again. I can see blood gushing out of his face but I don't care... This disgusting motherfucker... I can feel my fist is aching because of im punching his face hard, nonstop. I can feel his body getting limp because of my hard blows fist rapidly on his face.

Christopher Jamieson was a god among men for playing Time at 5:30 am! He was pounding on the treadmill but this time he wasn't wearing his hoodie, just a t-shirt and sweat pants. She caught her breath and her steps faltered. She had never in her life seen such a specimen of a man. His body was sheer perfection! His back formed the most perfect V down to a narrow waist and a round butt that begged to be pinched. His arms were wire tight with ropes of muscles. His short-sleeved shirt allowed her to see that Christopher Jamieson was a ginger! He was covered in freckles…tons and tons of brown freckles over his pale skin.

"What?! How can Berserkers be in this place?" asked Tristan in a bit of a panic, knowing that there were Berserkers in a private place like this. Bersekers were wolves transformed by a witch's curse, and they tended to never transform into humans at certain times like other werewolves, but they were still able to maintain their rationality. They tended to hide in the middle of the forest, along with their pack, and had very little familiarity with humans. They almost never had any contact with humans unless a human intruded on their territory.