True Berserker Novels & Stories

Weapon Name: Berserker's Fury Warhammer Weapon Level: 20 Weapon Type: Rare Weapon Requirement: Traits(Hammer Mastery/Master-At-Arms), 110 Strength Weapon Attack: 90-110 +85 Attack (This doubles when Berserker is at 30% health or lower) +5% Fury regeneration per 3 seconds (while in combat) +3% Health Recover per second (outside of combat) Weapon Description: A weapon designed by the player . This weapon was designed to take advantage of a Berserker's strengths and give the user a much better chance when in prolonged combat. Because it was made with inferior materials, this was the result.

It was the first time, after knowing him for so long, to see him this way. The Dongyue she had known was an incredibly calm man. But today, he resembled a barbarian in berserk mode. Barbarians were melee warriors who had a unique ability, the war cry, which enabled them to enter a stage of insanity and cut everything down in their path, including allies. Hence, it was called the ‘berserk mode’ by her elders. Xiyu just stared at Dongyue without uttering a single word. Probably he also sensed her discomfort because instead of admonishing her, he took her in his arms and deposited her back on her bed, where he stayed vigil at her bedside, contemplating his thoughts seriously.

Elizabeth knew that she wouldn't be able to harm the creature with her attacks. So she focused all of her efforts on dodging. While Elizabeth was dodging for dear life, David was intensely studying the evolved ape. He decided to name it the berserker ape. Berserker Ape Classification: Animal Description: A monstrous ape-like creature that was used to battle and combat. They are very aggressive and their thumbs are well-developed unlike their ape cousins on Earth. Possible Effects: Blood may have a large concentration of steroids. Evolution Number: 2nd Iteration: After a solid beating from a superior creature, it spontaneously evolved into a physically stronger form with a bigger frame and ta

{“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.

Every time the crowd roared, his shoulders jerked—a systemic startle response he couldn't suppress. "They want his head," Viggo rumbled beside me. The Berserker’s jaw was clenched so hard the tendons in his neck corded. He leaned his weight on his hammer, his muscles locked in a high-tension state. His scent was a thick, aggressive musk that made my own nostrils flare. "If we give it to them, they will cheer. If we don't... they might riot."

Only beasts can do this to their owns. Eren's hand is trembling as those dark memories are flashing in his head. He quickly rubs his eyes and speaks again. "They thought that after all those beatings, I've finally understood and changed into one of them. They changed my name to Erden Roar, just like the surname of their fake one. So their last issue was my face. They didn't want anyone to recognize me and would not risk that I could go back to my life with you." I sniff, swallowing down this sensation climbing up my throat. They are definitely inhuman.

“It was a jest which went too far. I – do not Iike him. No, if you want the truth, I loathe him. Do not ask me why.” “You have a good sense of his character, I would say. I doubt he is to be trusted. In a war he would be more likely to stab me in the back than defend me from a Jarl slayer. Have you heard of our berserkers? Perhaps now is not the time to speak of them.” “Will I see them in action? I assume they are fighting men?” “Only in a time of war will you get a full sense of who and what they are, so I hope not.”

“Yeah, what do we really know about this guy? I mean, he offered himself as a fighter, but he said something that I can’t quite understand.” “What’s that?” “He said that he’d fight only if all our people were off the battlefield. Alrick, is he a berserker? Do we have one of those monsters in our pack? Running a tavern?” Alrick sighed and only nodded. “He promised me he’s in control of himself. That it only comes out on the battlefield, and he doesn’t stop until there’s nothing left living on the field. I’m thinking of sending him to NARC if they want him in reserve. You know, a last-ditch effort.”

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

No rounded wolf ears. Instead, his hands stayed human, but the bones lengthened. His fingernails didn't just grow; they transformed. They became jagged, four-inch blades of shimmering, organic silver. They hissed as they met the humid air, a "Trauma Mutation" forced into existence by five years of isolation. His wolf hadn't died; it had turned into a weapon. The Berserker finally looked up. His yellow eyes widened as they locked onto the metallic glint of Joshua’s hands. "What the f**k? Omegas don't—that's impossible. You're a glitch."