True Berserker Novels & Stories

"You wish to steal something?" "If I hold onto my halberd, it's what I want for a boon." I can see sparks of silver flash in his blue eyes. He's excited. I have my old dragon back. Then, he tries to kill me. Or at least it feels like it. I fall and roll before he brings his much larger halberd down. Sweat drips down my back and between my breasts. The weapons are sharp. I know he wouldn't mean to hurt me, but I know it can happen. I focus on his legs and belly. The muscles in both bunch immediately before he strikes. He said I had to hold on. He didn't say I couldn't cheat.

Blue light is emanating from her fur, giving her an ethereal glow that makes her look otherworldly. What the fuck is happening? Dakota asks. No idea, but I think we are about to find out. And find out we do, as water comes rushing through the clearing, sweeping the rogues off their paws and tossing them back and forth. The tiger shifter in front of me has shifted back into his human form. “Goddess above. Beatrix didn’t say anything like this would happen.” Beatrix? What does that dead dark spell caster have to do with any of this?

’ I say and lunge toward it, striking it across the throat, only for it to vanish and reappear moments later. ‘What!’ I say, stepping back. Someone claps behind me. I turn to face a man stepping out from the shadows towards me with a smile. ‘It’s not very often someone attempts to strike and kill my pet Blood Dwellers,’ he says and holds his hands, palms down beside him. Black demonic dogs flicker, appearing under his hands. He pats them gently. They have fangs three times as long as vampires. I watch as the Blood Dwellers twitch and flicker as if they are apparitions. Their eyes are red, blood red. The same eyes that had surrounded Micah and me. The Blood Dwellers are real.

That dude is behind all bloodshed in the city, I tell you. ''You know, Prince, from my near encounter with the killer at the Central Ward, the killer in question is not a man,'' Donovan cut in, as he summoned up courage to speak out. ''We're dealing with some female psychopath running wild out there with a goal in mind: to kill. Jack might not be in the picture after all.'' ''Cut that crap, fella. Cut that crap,'' Salim yelled again, reacting to Donovan's submission. ''Jack spoke with me on phone and left a nasty message a day before I received this fucking threat. I ain't mad, dude.''

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

He spun on his heel in a roundhouse kick that slammed into my jaw with the force of a siege hammer, spattering thick saliva and blood across the black ash. A tense murmur rippled through the Northern spectators. I wiped my chin on the back of my forearm, baring my fangs in a savage grin. Pain did not deter me; it only fed the berserker tide burning through my veins like Greek fire. “Is that all your star‑pack teaches, pale dog?” I rumbled, voice rising from the depths of my chest. Varek howled in fury, shedding his aristocratic composure. His body cracked into a terrifying partial shift: jaw dislocating into a lupine muzzle of frost‑white fur, ears sharpening, and thick freezing mist billowi

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

General Abtez was lucky because as one of the Berserker generals, he was popular with women, and he didn't risk losing his immortality if he had sex with someone. Berserkers were sexual beings and loved the challenge of convincing a virgin to bed them. They were the strongest warriors in Odin's army; they wore the furs of wolves and bears and when they went berserk, their muscles would grow and they would become bigger and ten times stronger, with claws shooting from their fingers and fangs protruding from their mouths, taking on animalistic qualities. Their eyes would glow an ice blue, which gave them the ability to see in the dark. Some of the stronger Berserkers could even shape-shift int

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

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.