Death Battle Fanfic Novels & Stories

I almost laughed at the irony. For years, I had imagined countless futures beside Damian Blackwood. I had imagined standing proudly beside him as his Luna. I had imagined growing old with him. I had imagined building a family with him. I had imagined giving him my heart. I had never imagined giving him my life. Yet that was exactly what I had done. The memory replayed endlessly in my mind. The assassin emerging from the shadows. The gleam of steel. The wolfbane-coated dagger flying toward Damian's heart.

The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion. Before I could even break down, I saw a scene that shattered my heart. My twins ran happily into Sylvia’s arms. They clung to her and called her mother. “My children…my children…” Hearing my broken sobs, Kael laughed softly. “Your children were killed by me on the day they were born. These two are the children Sylvia and I conceived.” He looked down at me from above, a vicious smile appeared on his face. “Sylvia was successfully turned yesterday.You are no longer useful now. So why don’t you die now?”

She whirled, then, and met my eyes with a slow, deliberate regard. "It’s over," she breathed softly. I struggled to speak, my voice thick with emotion, and forced out a single, stumbling word: "Could it really be?" Naomi took a shaking breath, her fingers tightening in mine. "I think… I think it is." I breathed out a slow, shaking breath, my shoulders dropping in exhaustion. I was relieved, a warm, flooding sensation at odds with the lingering, gnawing ache of what had happened. Naomi lived. Deluna died. And now maybe our battle was just over. With Naomi by my side, to face whatever happened next.

I guess Alexis had enough because the next thing I knew, my claws came out and dug into his arms, but that didn’t seem to work as he put more pressure on my neck. Today is the day I die at the hands of my mate. Who would have thought the one who is meant for you would be the same one who takes your life away? At that moment, I wished he could kill me and get it over with. I don't want to live like this any longer. “Damon!” I hear someone yelling, but that doesn’t seem to get him off me, and the more pressure he applies, the angrier Alexis gets.

"Zeeb, we can't let them tear us apart. Our love is stronger than their deceit. Together, we will prevail!" Zeeb's eyes met Fleur's, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "You're right, Fleur. Love will triumph over darkness. We will unite our clans and end this cycle of hatred. Our love will be the catalyst for change." As their words hung in the air, the battle reached its climax. The creature, wounded and enraged, unleashed its final assault. Fleur and Zeeb stood firm, their hearts aflame with love and defiance. The outcome of this battle would determine not only their fate but the fate of all those they held dear.

I'm going to kill you no matter what happens, the mystery of the lock, prepare for your death, dear Diana, what do you think if I kill you like the last time that you want a change in the way of death this time? Mina Diana laughed out loud as well as she looked at him very coldly and then said to him sarcastically: Really! Do you think that you will be afraid of him with this damn talk that you say that your talk doesn't make any difference with me so you better get ready for me to kill you what do you think? Or is it better to be in competition with each other believe me this thing I want it to a degree that you can never imagine Lisa If you are really ready Let's start this moment the war

I turned to Shantelle who had no reaction and was just looking at me while smiling. I turned to see a remaining vampire. Looked at me with fear. The wind got stronger causing my hair to fly which made his eyes widen even more. "A Peratia," he said. He screamed when Shantelle shot him in the leg and Adrian finished the man while I was frowning because I couldn't understand what Dervy said. Shantelle came to me. "Oh my gosh! You managed to kill a Dervg! Congratulations!” Shantelle greeted me happily.

I thought just as a stronger sensation hit me in my core. Dark spots block my vision as the warriors began to turn against each other. Dimitri lets me go only to join the newcomers in the fight. Growling and snarling as the news of the Alpha's death instigated the fray. I blinked as I see Declan's head roll over on the ground, stopping at my feet. I look down at it. The world around me spins and my stomach sinks, right before everything turns black. "Elara!"

I flinch like he slapped me. “I will never be yours,” I hiss. “Not in life. Not in death.” “Oh, sweetheart…” He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “You think your precious mates are coming?” Ice freezes my veins. He leans closer. “They’re dead by now, I’m sure. Killed when they attempted to storm my borders. Poor thing—you have nowhere left to run.” My heart stutters. Dead? No. No, that’s impossible. If even one of them had died which is highly impossible, Darius with his anger and strength, Draven with his caculated fury, Daemon with his half-feral devotion, I would have felt something rip inside me, I would have felt the bond snap.

Her brow furrowed, a faint tremor running through her arm before it connected with my stomach with crushing force. “You’re fighting it, my love,” I choked out, a bloody smile touching my lips. “I see you. Don’t give up. You can do this.” The Death Goddess, sensing Layla’s brief moment of resistance, roared with furious impatience. “Silence, mortal! You distract my vessel!” Her blows intensified, a relentless torrent of pain. Layla’s hands became blurs, battering my chest, my face, my abdomen. I coughed, spitting blood, my knees threatening to buckle, but I kept my eyes on hers, clinging to that faint glimpse of my mate.