Guts Berserk Novels & Stories

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

*Gulp* Aegeus downed the entire potion in one swift gulp. His eyes quickly transitioned to the red of Berserk, and his aura grew vastly stronger. “Ahhh!” he screamed as the potion travelled through his bloodstream and filled every part of his body. He could feel his blood vessels being destroyed and healing simultaneously at a very fast rate. As he slowly sank into another period of insanity, there was only one thought running through his mind. “This isn’t a simple Berserk Potion! It activates the latent power in you. It is a Potential Awakening Potion!”

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

[Warning] [Glazed Kaizu: Berserk Mode] All stats have been considerably increased and movement has changed from slow to swift. Attacks deal 300% more damage. "Uh, oh." ........................... "Thud" " I can't believe I had to carry the both of you." "Sorry..." "Nevermind, hahaha finally I get to see the first human city!"

I responded, jumping at him. I don't know when the shift happens, but there's nothing but paws, fur and claws when I land atop him, rolling and clawing at his face. "Berserker" Jeremy hisses at me, before bursting into maniacal laughter. "I'd know that look in your eye anywhere." He claws at my underbelly where I've already shattered my ribs, aiming to do more damage to my now exposed organs. He throws me to the side, hissing at me, hair matted, clothes torn, then the man laughs when his hand suddenly brushes his side finding blood.

"What a fight!" I caught my breath, dropping the blade to the floor. Gullinkambi took that as a sign to exit my berserker furor like the bears did their warriors, and his spirit reformed into the proud cockerel by my side, cocking his head to the side and chirruping. I struggled for breath, gasping, and the entire room clapped.

“I see that you have already met Master Saber,” Chaos said as they ate at the table. They were gobbling on lobsters, river fish, and strange fruits that Carysse had never seen before. One was called dragon scales because of its fin-like skin and another one was called Vargo’s berry. It is said that when the legendary first king named Vargo was about to die in a cave because of hunger from being pursued by the enemies, the heavens took pity and made a plant grow in the darkness of the cave. The plant bore fruit that brought Vargo back to life and was able to defeat the forces that were trying to conquer Apharothia. Whether or not the story was true, the fruit was definitely heavenly. Its pulp

How's that innocent? Disinterested in Ben's submission about Jack, Miriam crumpled her face and shot a bloodshot look at Ben. She yanked the duvet off her unclad body and slid her panties on. She reached for her camisole and slid it on before storming out of the room to the lounge ''Bullshit!'' Miriam cursed. ''Total bullshit!'' Ben scuttled after her feeling a pang of regret for his submission on Jack. He slid into his boxer shorts hurriedly and made for the lounge where Miriam had reached for a stick of cigarette to relax her temper.

Under the effects of berserk skill, his resistance to physical pain and his appetite for carnage had reached a point of no return. He started wreaking havoc all over the field. When the people saw this reckless transition of the overall situation, they couldn't be more aghast. They knew that a berserk is an individual's final lifeline. It's not something anyone could just use on a whim. Berserk skill is a horrifying boost of strength that lasts for just a couple minutes. They couldn't determine if he was a ballsy team leader or the century's greatest buffoon, primarily because he wouldn't be able to crawl on the ground after this.

By the time his eyes caught his left foot, he saw a hideous someone with no face clinging onto his left leg that was on the floor, he looked at that someone terrified and it also did as if he could see even without a face. That thing then raised the leg and started eating it, this made Kazuma groan louder in pain this time, not that he was angry that his leg was being eaten on his front but because each bite that thing took it was like it was like digging on his flesh. This was way too severe for him that he kept groaning and yelling "stop" but it was as if he was talking to a deaf ear.