Guts Berserk Novels & Stories

Last night, I was as cranky as an old lady who lives with at least ten cats. My wolf laughs, finding my words funny. The dragon may be right, I do have a sense of humor. I wonder if my fighting against two berserkers has anything to do with me feeling a bit…off. Berserkers, or werebears, are known for their strength. What if I hit my head so hard during the fight it threw me off my balance? ‘But the witch gave us a healing potion,’ my wolf reminds me. It did heal my body, but maybe not my mind. ‘What if magic was used in the fight? That would explain why my skills with a sword are so rusty.’

She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit. "Oh." Then it clicked cause her eyes lit up. "Wait, that guy who's into the fucked-up minds of serial killers, like you?" She said it like it was a hobby, like collecting stamps or something, not delving into the twisted minds of psychos. This guy had claimed all the theories about serial killers, like Bundy and the like, were bullshit. No connection between the evil they did and their grey matter. Just monsters who got off on hurting others, nothing more, nothing less. Sounded like an arrogant prick, but I'd let him keep thinking whatever he wanted. He didn't know shit about my world, about why I really left Russia. A secret I kept cl

My muscles burn with adrenaline, my blood roaring in my ears. Darius lunges again, this time with more force. I brace myself, catching his arm before his claws can sink into my chest. The two of us grapple, teeth bared and growls ripping from our throats. He’s stronger, but I’m faster. I twist, using his momentum against him, slamming him into the dirt.

I quietly whimpered as I stumbled onto the ground. "This is Merlina?" The man asked as he grabbed my arm to pull me up "Yeah" jack said as me made eyecontact with me. "Damn she looks way more attractive than the picture." He said as he looked my body up and down, making me cringe in disgust. "Liam shut up we need to take her to Rob." Jack said as he lightly hit him across the head. (Liam hemsworth) My hands started uncontrollably shaking as the mention of my father came came up.

Rippling black fur coats thick muscle, his shoulders rising and falling with every breath. He doesn’t look at me. He keeps his gaze locked forward as low growls vibrates from deep in his chest. When the Berserker lunges, Cain meets him in mid-air. His jaws snap around the Berserker’s throat and I hear the sickening crunch of bone. In retaliation, the beast’s horns lash out. I watch in horror as one gashes Cain’s shoulder, while the other spears his side. Snapping out of it, I reach for my Berettas, but stop when pain suddenly tears through my back. My body lurches sideways, a sharp gasp ripping from my throat as my knees buckle.

I grabbed a stool from the corner and set it down right at the edge of his bay, giving him a front-row seat. Silas rolled out from under the truck, his skin glistening. He’d stripped his coveralls down to his waist again, the sleeves knotted around his hips to keep them from sliding. His black tank top was soaked through, clinging to the ridges of his abs and the hard muscle across his chest. “You’re late,” he snapped, though his eyes crawled over me with a hunger that was anything but professional. “I had to recover, Silas. Some of us aren’t used to being handled so… roughly,” I purred, taking a slow sip of my espresso, my eyes tracking a bead of sweat as it rolled down his throat and disap

"Drop him, you piece of sh*t. Now." Joshua’s voice didn't shake. It was a flat, metallic rasp that cut through the wet sounds of the swamp. He stood ten feet away from the massive, grey-furred Berserker. The rogue was a nightmare of matted fur and scars, his claws buried deep in the meat of Richard’s throat. Richard was pinned against a rotted cedar stump, his heels digging uselessly into the mud. He couldn't shift. The silver-laced saliva from the rogue’s bite had locked his joints, leaving him a gasping, human target.

I close my eyes and start chanting “othala ehwaz perthro naudiz” The sting in my neck increases until it’s burning up. I grit my teeth and wait. The berserker is closing in again. He jumps up and swings. I can’t dodge this...might as well take it head on. I cast another fortification spell and block with my sword. The clash is heavy and I’m pushed back into the hill, the shockwave splitting it in half. The berserker starts running towards me, obviously enjoying the one sided battle. ‘That.... didn’t hurt at all.” My clothes aren’t torn. I notice the pain in my neck is gone. I close my eyes. Knowledge flows through me as the Index activates.

Looking at its rampage after it slammed on the ground, Kirou guessed that this must have been the last skill he saw for the Swampland Crocodile King, Berserk Mode. It was unknown when, but if one was able to look at Kirou's face currently, they would notice that while his smile from finding the boss monster never changed, there was a blazing fire of excitement within his eyes. It seems that the Swampland Crocodile King's berserk mode stimulated something inside of Kirou.

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.