Death Battle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I yelled as I hit my fist on his chest, he flew across and fell to the hard ground. I looked down to find Death. I was wrong. It wasn't Chris who held me, it was that man I had a lot of hate in my heart for . “You devil!!.” I yelled as the earth I stood on began to shake. I was consumed with fire, my eyes were burning literally , I ran towards Death. “You killed him!!.” I yelled as I launched at him, I wasn't going to spare him, if he couldn’t die I am going to hurt him.

Alejandro was between Miguel's legs going to town on his length obviously he didn't have a gag reflex. "I tried to stop him but he was very persistent," Miguel stated, removing his hand from pushing down the back of Alejandro's head. He pulled them gently out of the auburn strands and I growled menacingly. My eyes started to glow and I felt my Death resurrecting. Black wisps whipped around me and I growled furiously at my mate and his slutty whore friend. Richard looked at me and cursed.

I said to him, trying to cheer him up, but he shook his head in disagreement, walking over to the pillar as he rested his back. "We are not making a way forward because Darius is dead, and I feel like I'm going to be dying anytime soon. It is this duel that is going to be my way to death," he said, and I shook my head in disagreement. "Ryan You are not going to die. Believe me, you will not die. You're going to fight this duel, you're going to take the Ashmoon Pack away from Arnon, and no one is going to kill you." She said it to me, but I knew that was just what she wanted to say; it was not the truth. The truth was obvious, and it was the fact that my fate with Darius was entwined, and as

“King Zayne! Preparing well enough for the day you die! I certainly hope so! I've written this letter, not for good news, at least for you. Due to unanimous vote, the date of the battle has been shifted to a week earlier, that means you have just six days. And the stakes involved have just been lifted. When you die soon enough at my hands, I take your human girlfriend and her sister as my slaves, until they are to be sacrificed. I can't wait! Hope you're just as excited as I am?” Oh no! I held the letter tightly in my hand, as I stood frozen to the spot in disbelief. Isn't fighting me to the death enough for him. Now he shifts the date and places Steph and Emily as part of the deal. “This is

"But god help me, Elowen, being this close to you and not touching you is a different kind of death. Silas is out there. The Board is coming. But right now, in this Dead Zone... it’s just us and the Debt." ​He leaned in, his mouth hovering just a hair’s breadth from mine. The sexual tension was so thick it felt like a physical barrier. Every instinct in my body screamed for him to close the gap, to let the world burn if it meant one minute of being his. ​But as his lips touched mine—a soft, tentative press of heat—the mark on my wrist flared a warning red. ​The Shadow between us didn't lash out at Silas's soldiers. It lashed out at us. A crack of black lightning threw us apart, slamming Juli

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.

The more the man struggled, the stronger she felt. Kill him! “Help!” The man managed to blurt out before Annabel shut his breath. He could only gasp for air now. He raped the little girl! Her strength came from her hate; her hatred for what the priest had done to her, what her body had become; her hatred for the priest and every other person like him in the world. Soon, the struggling stopped. The man fell to the floor, dead. When Annabel opened her eyes, they were glowing, the same eerie light that she had seen in the sculpture’s eyes.

Within me, my wolf howled with such pride to see him finally win a battle against the one who always belittled him, to see his alpha no longer bow down and follow an unjust authoritative leader. “I’ll see you in Hell,” Emrys whispered so lowly that I hardly even heard my mate speak at all and I watched as he bent down, and using his very own hands, he broke his father's neck and it was real. Kyrell was dead. Silence followed as not one of us moved, blinked, or made any type of sound…

"Holly, I'm a reaper. I take souls, I've killed many in my life. I'm sure I wasn't a good person in my human life either. You can take an entire harem if you want, I have no place to ever stop you. I'll just be grateful for what love you do want to give back to me." No way. Things couldn't go that smooth could they? "You really weren't such a good person," Death all but purred his pink eyes latched onto them. "And now it's time for me to make sure you remember every last single thing. When I'm through you'll both be long gone and I'll take my time devouring that one. I want her to be in such delicious and long-lasting pain for everything she's put me through." There was no way Holly was goin

"My brother is dead because he tried to save you. David's sister is dead because she tried to find the truth. How many more people have to die for you, Sera Blackwood?" "Celeste, listen to me," Dante says, moving slowly to put himself between her and Sera. "Connor's death isn't Sera's fault. She didn't know—" "Get out of the way, Alpha." "No." "I will shoot you. Don't think I won't." "Then shoot me." Dante's voice is calm. "Because you're not touching my mate." For a long moment, no one moves. Then David Chen, still on the ground, speaks through split lips. "She's lying."