Death Battle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sunny Life: “Desert is usually a gentle girl. Getting killed once make a lady a bitch!” Desert: “It’s none of your business. Dark Death, come out and explain. Why did you kill me?” Dark Death: “Do I need a reason to kill you?” Desert: “Can’t you give me a reason? Aren’t you fighting for Lucifer? Last time I saw you standing next to each other. I have a screenshot of it. Dark Death was standing beside Lucifer with invisibility. I just used a kill at that time so, I could see the hidden Phantasm.

It was a wound, one I couldn’t ignore. “She was our kingdom’s secretary or as you call them in packs, beta.” Peter gripped the steering wheel firmly, while he spoke. “she died in the recent war against our rival kingdom, the Shadowfang kingdom.” My heart sank with sadness as he spoke. I placed my palm on his muscles, rubbing it gently to calm him. I think I can relate to this somehow, from the moment I was rejected by that asshole, Daniel. I felt like a piece of my life was taken away as my mate had died, and I had no hope of finding another.

“Nothing I can’t fix. I hoped the rumors would scare her home, but it seems I need to take it to the next level, you filthy wolf.” I could hear the disgust in his voice, and though I wanted to push up from the ground and fight him, I was pretty sure someone had broken my leg and some ribs. I hated that these might be my last moments. I wanted to be with Daphne. If I was going to die, it had to be by her side. I closed my eyes, ready to face the death that was about to come, but I never heard the gunshot. Instead, something shifted in the room—a cold, icy wind seemed to blow in, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Daphne’s father trembling, but he wasn’t looking at me anymore.

Dane's gray eyes met mine, raw with guilt, his hands steadying me, but I saw the cost in him, the brother he'd killed for me, the enemy he'd ended. The battlefield churned under Ironclaw Lycans overpowering Silvermoon's last remnants, their screams distant dirges. The knees buckled under me, beating with exhaustion, and the awe of the headache stung as a drum, while the fire of heat had died almost completely. I survived on the few precious seconds of closing words with Dane—whispers lost within the chaos, "Why?"

Tony smirks down at me, all powerless and pretty and blue and wonderful. “I think I’m going to stick with this one,” I say, pointing at my boyfriend with my thumb. “He’s better looking.” Death goes still for a moment. Just long enough for me to smirk at him. Chaos breaks free as the God of Death roars his rage, thrusting out a hand towards me and unleashing his power in an unending, roiling wave of black. I grit my teeth, throwing up what shield I can and grabbing Anton by his shirt, hauling him down behind my flimsy barrier just as the wave of raw power crashes down upon us.

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

Everything we've been fighting for. 'You better,' she sent, and I felt a flash of her temper. 'Because if you die out there, I swear to the goddess I'll find a way to bring you back just so I can kill you myself.' Despite everything, I almost smiled. That was my girl—threatening murder even when she was scared. "Ready?" Dante appeared beside me, already half-shifted, his claws out and his eyes glowing. He looked tense as hell, which made sense. This was it. The final battle. We either won today or we all died trying.

Alpha Pharoah Kingtin sneered as if truly disgusted by the outcome of the game. “Then it means, Father, ‘Games of Fangs and Death’ is still easy. Try harder the next time so that no one can come out of it alive.” Princess Ameerah tried to calm herself. The Alpha Pharoah should not notice that she was extremely affected by his decision to kill Fiel Davidal.

And as he walked away, as his footsteps faded along with the echoes of his promises, I knew deep in my bones that with my daughter’s death, my mate, Alpha Killian, lost me forever. THE END

“Beta Damon is not Alive, Alpha. He’s been dead for twenty-four hours, like everyone in this pack.” The world around me blurred as the soldier’s words echoed in my head. Beta Damon is not alive, Alpha. My breath hitched, my body frozen in place. The cold air cut through my armor, but I didn’t feel it. All I could see was Damon, his bloodied, lifeless body laid in the snow, his once fierce presence now gone. Dead. Gone. Just like Celine. Just like the child I was supposed to have. A strangled noise tore from my throat before I could stop it. My fingers curled into his torn uniform, clenching the fabric as if I could shake him back to life. “No.” The word barely escaped my lips. “No, no, no.”