Lol Berserk Mga Nobela at Kwento

I covered the distance to Lars’s lines in seconds, crashing into them with the force of a battering ram. My pack fought like gods. Each warrior worth ten of Lars’s fighters. Fenris’s mercenaries, also blessed by Aurora’s power, tore through the enemy. Lars’s formation shattered. His fighters broke, running. But there was nowhere to run. We were everywhere, hunting, killing, showing no mercy.

This guy was just too skinny and light for Kalen to struggle to bring him down. Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! The fall disoriented him, so he couldn’t react as Kalen unleashed a flurry of blows at his face. The Berserker Battle Mode is a very straightforward and easy divine battle art, but don’t dare underestimate its strength. This series of calculations by him was all it took to kill this troublesome fellow. His flurry of blows blew his opponent’s head off, as his brain matters scattered all over the floor. The spectators were slow to react but as soon as they understood, cheers erupted everywhere.

DOGO : i survived many battles and wars a little brat like you cannot kill me. DOOM : this brat is the son of the king you betrayed. DOGO : oh the god gives me the chance to kill one of the royal family. The battle began both use their axes, it was brutal force battle both get injured but both continued exchanging blows until the end, both haves fun ,all the soldiers stopped fighting just to watch this two berserks fighting like fools and enjoying get injured, DOOM used a lava magic technique called the spark, this technique enrage his body and make him more stronger and he will not feel the pain for 30 second.

[POV: Viggo] Most people thought Berserkers were just a house burning down. They saw the foaming mouth, the capillary-burst eyes, the hammer swinging without thought. They didn't see the forge. They didn't understand that to hold that much fire inside your skin without turning to ash required a discipline harder than Barzil’s iron. My blood ran hot—literally. A fever heat that lived permanently under my skin, itching to be let out. It crawled along my nerve endings, a constant, low-voltage hum that demanded violence to quiet down.

“This isn’t a simple Berserk Potion! It activates the latent power in you. It is a Potential Awakening Potion!” And then his mind went blank. *Boom*

Then, with eyes as cold as ice, Loro rushed toward Ambrose with a fierce punch and said, "If you can take this punch without your Tyrant Hammer, I'll acknowledge you as our captain!" All the men were stunned by the fact that Loro would make such a sudden move against Ambrose. Everyone knew that he was powerful; he was only second to Hidden Dragon, a level five Martial Emperor. On the other hand, Ambrose was still young. Although valiant, his strength relied primarily on Tyrant Hammer. Without it, he would not stand a chance against Loro. "Brother, watch out!" Eira gasped. Heather was also tense.

And I knew he would never forgive me for this. Does he love me? “You’ll probably catch a cold if you stay here a few more minutes,” a voice said from behind me. I glanced at Mathew over my shoulder and smiled when I saw a fluffy coat in his hands. He walked up to me and handed me the coat. “Thanks,” I said and put it on. “Have you heard anything from Luther or Cassius?” His eyes fell to sadness as he shook his head. “Boss may have gone to one of his underground fighting clubs. Because when he is sad or angry he goes there for a good fight.”

Unknown to many Jeremy's desire for blood and battle was an addiction he sometimes fought back, the taste of blood, the cut of flesh, the screams of agony, and the risk of death were as addictive as sex to the Lycan. Jeremy was born into the berserk pack of Lycans known as the most unstable and violent kind of Lycans in existence, however, unlike most of his kind, Jeremy was called a genius for his rare ability to suppress his battle desires. With a smirk and wink to Matilda, he spoke "I accept, you sick twisted fuck," "Fuck he's going berserk," Liam spoke nervously chewing on his fingers "What do you mean berserk?, wait...does Jeremy belong to the berserker class?" She asked frantically, sh

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

One of my employees. Taurus….. What a bitch! You can’t speak!? I don’t know what I ever seen in you! Capris thoughts…. How arrogant of this community d***. He must not look in the mirror too often. He’s completely let himself go. Better yet he must have a bag over that crater face b****** head when he’s f****** her. I have always been that and then some. Little does he know his friends have been trying to get at me and tells me all his business. Hahahahahaha someone has been boosting him up. How pathetic?