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I typed 'Berserker' and a lot of meanings appeared but there is one thing that caught my attention. Although similar groups have been found around the world, berserker generally refers to the small class of Nordic peoples who could be found preforming inhuman feats on the battlefield. When in combat a berserker would fight nude and/or completely unarmored, sometimes taking the skins of bears, wolves or other beasts to heighten his appearance. Uncontrollable rage is the signature of the berserker. To enter this rage many would have pre-battle ceremonies in which they would consume alcohol, and work themselves up into a violent, bloodlusting mood through dance and similar actions, and then oft

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

"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.

Alabruz stopped Deniza, but Deniza asked his permission to talk, “Allow me my lord, my daughter needs to know every truth since she wishes to know.” Deniza hold Akshara’s hand and took her to Alabruz, “Since you know our identity, Axe, I am reminding you that this man, your so-called Uncle Bruz is the king of Ukada, a true alpha, a mighty warrior. (She moved to Karen) this young man who is begging your love is beta, no one could withstand his witty mind and strength, he is also the prince of Ukada. (She took Akshara to Nuraz) Do you know who this is? He is Berserkers, a warrior werewolf, to make you clearer; berserkers are savages in battle with no mercy. I hope you know who they are when I

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 couldn't help but find all of this absurd—like one long nightmare. Nyla seemed to want to rush over and say something, but Uncle Eric barked sharply at her and stopped her. Before I slipped into the darkness, the last thing I heard was his especially resolute voice. "Don't be scared, Bryce. I'm here. This time, I'll make sure they pay the price!" … The hospital room smelled of antiseptic as the blood from the transfusion bag slowly flowed into my veins. I looked out at the gray, overcast sky outside the window, my heart feeling even colder than my body.

He rose up and went over to his room's console and brought out a paper and a pen, and handed it to her. She drew the symbol exactly how she remembered. "This is what I saw," she gave the paper back to him. He took one look at it and muttered "Berserker." "What is a Berserker?" She asked curious. "They were ancient Norse warriors who worked themselves into a frenzy before battle and fought with abnormal fury and courage." "Norse warriors?" Her brows creased together in confusion. "The Norse were an ancient human population who inhabited the areas, that are now called modern-day Scandinavia," he expatiated.

The suffocating, half-century-old guilt surged to the surface, distorting into a feral, apocalyptic madness. Not again. By the ancients, NOT AGAIN. An ancient, Norse berserker roar ripped from Riheirk’s throat—a sound so dark, primordial, and terrifying it caused the very ground beneath his boots to shudder. He didn't draw his broadsword. He didn't use his daggers. Riheirk blurred across the ravine at a speed that defied the laws of physics, a streak of pure, unadulterated vengeance cutting through the night. He descended upon the Blood-born like a falling mountain.

Concern saturates Mateo's gaze, "It would soon be a month from the last 'Incident' lord Vincent… are you having any symptoms yet?" Vincent's hands clenched hard as soon as he heard Mateo's words. Now that was an even greater occasion to be concerned about, Lance's greatest curse to him… and a lowest possible point that never fails to haunt him monthly. Berserk night. A night in which his body violently protests against being put off Lance's formulas. Berserk was unpredictable and can start at any hour of the evening; at that point Vincent's bloodlust is heightened to amounts to which he can't hold back, destroying everything in his path, Friend or foe, … it's like an unstoppable demon takes

"That is what happened. The gods were a major part of our lives then. Today, the people have all but forgotten them except in myth and story." "Okaaaay." Liv drew out the word. "We'll go with that for now." Brodi frowned at her but continued. "The gods wanted to contain the power of my family so they cursed us. If the male heir, the pack Alpha, did not find his fated mate within a certain time, he turned into a Berserker. A Berserker is a being who has immeasurable strength but no reason. He kills indiscriminately. He cannot, therefore, lead a clan or pack. He must be put down." Brodi's voice lowered. "Many members of my family were killed over the years by an Alpha who went Berserker before