Naruto Is A Berserker Fanfiction Novels & Stories

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

Because of his spy always scolds their transaction and blocks the entry of dollars into the black serpent that they can use that start and overthrow everyone involved. Bang! On the arm, she shot. The blood came out like a faucet. "Madam!" Naruto is the secret agent and reaper. He is the one who works well even without him. "What!?" She was angry that she didn't look back. "That guy is still tough." Naruto kept his face serious. "Yeah! I know. He wants more torturing him! Before speaking." Her voice was high. "Ha-ha..ha.." It was hard to laugh. Because of the blood lost in its body.

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.

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.

He annihilates. The first rogue barely has time to snarl before Ronan’s claws rip across his throat, spraying silver blood. Another leaps, and Ronan catches him mid-air, slamming him to the ground so hard bones shatter. His growls shake the air, feral, unchained. I scramble backward, heart pounding. This isn’t calculated Alpha dominance. This is berserk rage. He’s not fighting to survive. He’s fighting like someone dared to touch what’s his and that thought burns worse than the bruises on my ribs.

NARAH’S POV “Don't let his words get to you, Narah.” I didn't know what was happening to my body. I gritted my teeth, trying to contain the emotions swirling inside me. Was it truly Beta Bernard's words that provoked me, or the death of Anakiyus and Nas? It felt as if an eerie flow of energy was coursing through my veins, fuelling my rage. It was a feeling I had never felt before. My muscles jolted, and my breathing hitched as my eyes shone like sunlight.

Their sleek fur seemed to absorb the light, their eyes gleaming with savage intent. I watched in a frozen silence. Before the soldier could react, a blur of muscle and teeth, launched itself onto him. He screamed, a high-pitched, desperate sound abruptly cut short as Nara’s powerful jaws clamped onto his shoulder. Teeth sank deep, ripping through flesh and muscle. With one brutal, sickening yank, she tore him apart as if he were made of fragile paper. Blood erupted, hot and sticky, splattering against the wall in a gruesome spray. His heavy sword clattered to the floor, ringing with a hollow finality as it met the wood.

I was full of anger that I didn't notice what was happening to her surroundings anymore. "Look what you've done!" "Stop nagging me. You did the same thing too, Amaya. You almost hurt Nathan!" "Nathan is a werewolf, Mune. He is a supernatural being. Nathan can always find a way to heal himself. He has a lot of creatures who got his back; he can count on anyone. That is not the same for Hiro in Yna. Have you forgotten that they're human?!" I said in vexation. I'm full of emotion right now. I wanted to kick Mune's butt and beat him to death. He just hurt Hiro. The fact that Hiro looked unrecognizable means that he's the one who got the most damage by protecting his sibling. I fucking hate Mune.

“Talk about stereotyping. Do you really believe us to be mindless monsters?” “Yes.” I retorted, remembering my own past. “You inflict pain and kill without mercy; you don’t know compassion or care for anything.” “I supposed I will have to show you otherwise.” “You won’t get that chance.” I chugged my drink and headed to my tent laying down. He continued to talk, but I managed to ignore him as I drifted to sleep. Listening to the noises of the Berserker team as they partied through the night.

“Protect your Luna. We’ll take care of these worms.” “Nero is mine!” Hazim howled, deranged, consumed by pain and loss. “He’s mine alone!” I didn’t respond. I only smiled. A cold, twisted smile without any humor. My muscles expanded as Fenrir rose beneath my skin, demanding space. The beast growled inside me, craving blood, craving Airys. My claws extended, and my eyes burned.