Naruto Is A Berserker Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

She was the chaos they needed, but the edge of the Berserker’s power was frighteningly close. During the third period, with the score tied, the Ravens' aggressive center executed a low, illegal sweep, sending Elara tumbling hard into the boards. The pain flared—but this time, it wasn't the bone-deep ache of injury. It was the white-hot, uncontrollable fury of the Berserker Bloodline. The red haze descended, thicker and faster than ever before. Her control dissolved. She wasn't an athlete anymore; she was pure, killing instinct. She felt the muscle rip and tear as she began the shift—mid-ice, mid-game.

“OH~ Fenrir, the Silver Beast isn’t keeping his end of the deal. This must be a lie~ I thought Fenrir was the strongest and coolest~.” “I still am! What do you mean?!” “If that’s the case then… do what you have to.” Fenrir gives up and sits on the ground. “Alright. Alright. Give me a finger of yours. That ought to do.” “Finger what do you..” and the next moment Akihiko takes a look at his hand and that there was a missing thumb. He screams in pain and says- “What the f*ck is this?! Why would you do this?!”

Its fur was streaked with gold and jet black, its eyes glowing with a fury that could scorch gods. “You are weak,” the creature snarled. “She tames you. She binds you.” Steve stood his ground. “She grounds me. She saves me from becoming what you are.” “I am what you are,” the Berserker growled, taking a step closer. “You think you’ve tamed me. But I am only sleeping.” “Then sleep harder,” Steve said through gritted teeth. The Berserker’s jaw twitched. “You cannot protect her forever. The more you use me, the more I consume you. Every time you call on my strength… you bring me closer.”

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

Author's Pov The battlefield seethed with chaos, a maelstrom of clashing, roars of defiance, and the acrid scent of blood and sweat. Athena and Nate surged into the heart of the conflict. Nate, his primal instincts awakening, transformed into his lup wolf, a magnificent and formidable wolf, his muscles rippling with the promise of ferocity.

I vow my head a little and count my words. I can’t forget how he nearly killed me today but thanks to the help of Warlock, I’m alive now. “Something must be done. I’m sure there is a way we can get this berserker for sure. There is just a way.” He bawls and blinks his eyes spontaneously.

I will remember this. The sentinels were so happy that they approached Sushi but they couldn't get too close because they were still afraid of Sushi. He is a necromancer after all. So I ran to Sushi and hugged him. His black fur is soft as I hug him. "You're amazing." Congratulations to Sushi. I've only seen Sushi fight like this. He's deadly. It was thee who is not commanded, my own mistress. Without your command, I cannot function.

I single-handedly ruined his name, his legacy, and his entire company without a second thought. He glared at me with eyes filled with rage as if he wanted to tear me apart. But I met his gaze unflinchingly. And then, the judge's gavel struck. And the look on Stuart's face finally changed.

Two jerks are smirking and pointing snidely at Nathan. “Just ignore them,” Nathan mutters motioning me towards the mall entrance. “Bastard! Murderer! Slutty slutty son!” They keep chanting and following us towards the mall entrance. I instantly lose it. Full moon is approaching, making Nina even more hyperactive. My dress shreds apart, my fangs and claws elongating fully as Nina fully emerges and takes over. I charge at the jerks digging my claws into the chest of one and burying my fangs into the other. I grip him with my claws and flings him. Then I charge at him, mount him and rain scratches all over him.

{“I will be your slave, I’ll die for you, no… I'LL LIVE FOR YOU! OWN MY ALL GREAT MAJESTY!” The male’s lovely voice booms across the place. “Fuck, he’s choosing the second option?” a young boy with a template written ‘15’ on it said in shock. The Competition for the companion of the great Berserker, the greatest and most unique of all kings ever had and the last ever Beastdom would ever have.