Best Rap Battle Lines Novels & Stories

Three men and one woman made their way to Adrian. Dragonshire’s Battle Warrior Lucas! Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel! Mantishire’s Battle Warrior Caine! Griffinshire’s Battle Warrior Gale! The four great battle warriors had assembled. Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel looked toward Paul and gestured at Prison 14’s tightly-shut entrance. She commanded, “Open the door!” Paul inhaled a deep breath and said, “I’ll need permission from Internal Affairs. Otherwise, I…” Raquel raised her hand and slashed it down like a blade.

Most people only ask about the topic or theme. “How about a regular battle with three guest judges, three rounds each person of sixteen bars per round? I’ll start first, and we let the best of three rounds win the battle?” Zen had no idea what it was, but he liked the idea of a blood-free battle for his ingredients. Those shades were the only things he needed from this weirdo, and he would explore other options should he lose this rap battle. “Deal!” Zen declared. “When will we host the battle?” Excited that there would be a new reason for him to perform again, the rapper declared that it would be held in two days.

"So tell me, do we have a deal?" ( She adds up waiting for my approval) I took a little time to settle in before speaking out, "No!! I don't have a deal with you and as for your empty threats, I don't give a damn about it ma'am!! Do your worst and I'll tell you how strong I am to defeat evil, and listen!!! If anything happens to my mom ( mom Allison) and dad ( master Leonardo) I'll make sure that you rot in hell alongside your son, got it!!".

I found comfort in her soothing words as I ranted with tears running down my cheeks and it was at this time I was extremely grateful for the friends I had because I didn’t know what I would have done without them. “Are you even paying attention?” Dia nudged me, snapping me back to reality, and my eyes met a set of eyes. It looked like his deep stare was searching through my soul, knowing what I was thinking about. How long has he been staring? “What was that?” I asked as I finally tore my gaze off Tyler and focused on Dia. “Brandon Cooper is throwing a party at his place this weekend after the game.” “And that’s my business because…” “And that’s none of your business because….” Abigail gave

"Take your hands off her!" Mason shouted at the top of his lungs, stepping straight around the front bumper of his truck into the freezing downpour. "Leave her alone, man! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Mason reached out with both hands, grabbing for Leo’s wet shoulder to yank him back from my open passenger doorway. Leo turned like a lethal weapon. Before Mason’s fingers could even lock onto his hoodie, Leo spun around with lightning speed, grabbing Mason’s wrist in mid-air. With one swift, ruthless movement, Leo twisted Mason's arm back hard enough to make the star athlete bend at the waist and grunt out in sharp, sudden pain.

Ethan kept raining down wild slaps and furious punches, his face contorted in pure, unadulterated rage, screaming incoherently as he struck him. Marcus didn't fight back. He didn't even put his hands up to cover his face or block the incoming blows. He just lay flat on his back on the cold floor, taking every single hit, letting Ethan bruise his sharp cheekbone and split his lip wide open without offering a single shred of resistance. His green eyes remained fixed on Ethan's furious face, filled with a quiet, devastating acceptance. "Ethan! Get the hell off him!" Coach screamed, his voice echoing violently off the high gym ceiling as he sprinted across the court.

I struggled with all my might, kicking, twisting, but their grip was too strong. “Stop fighting it. I’ll go first.” He was already taking off his shirt and unbuckling his trousers when suddenly a stone flew through the air and hit one of them square in the back. “Get your hands off him or you face my wrath!” That voice… deep, furious, unmistakable. No way… WARIN!!!!!!

At forty-three, his body moved without his permission. One step toward the ridge's edge. Toward the sight line that would show him the main street. Show him her. He caught himself. Stepped back. Counted again from the beginning. Slower this time. Each number a door held shut by force. --- At seventy, footsteps behind him. His Beta. The only one who knew where to find him. The only one who would dare. "Patrol found something." A pause calibrated to deliver weight. "North ridge." "Blood."

“Brian, name your price for an hour with her after your boy marks her. I’ll make her scream pretty for you.” Brian didn’t even glance at me. “She’s Ben’s tonight. But if he gets bored before dawn, I might auction the leftovers.” The beta laughed and reached out to brush my cheek. I jerked my head away. The chain rattled. “Feisty,” he said. “I like when they fight a little.” Ben’s voice cut across the clearing, lazy and loud. “Touch her again and I’ll take your hand, Marcus. She’s not for sampling.” The beta backed off with a smirk. “Pity. Alpha blood always tastes sweetest when it’s still got some fight left.”

“I don’t want to do this, please don’t make me.” The fear in my voice is palpable. The tension in the room can be cut with a knife. Beads of sweat run down the side of my face and down my neck. I move to wipe it off and then remember the all too familiar liquid that coats my hand like a second skin. Blood. Looking up into the night sky, the stars seem to twinkle, unaware of the turmoil I face. Suddenly a wave of bitterness washes over me. Why do I always have to play the fool? With an angry grunt I swing the knife down. Red explodes into the night. Dangerous and beautiful, my new favorite color.