Death Battle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It looks like another woman, but I can’t be sure. ‘Stay alert! Someone is hiding in the trees.’ I send through the link. Rebel tears through Kaden’s beta. He is still giving her a fight, but I can tell by the way she is fighting that she is bored of him. She decides to end it by clamping on his back and crushing his spine. When he screams out, Roxie snaps his neck. The beta is dead. Some of the warriors let out a howl of sorrow at losing their beta as they kept fighting. I could care less though. I want them all of them dead. Roxie pulls a shift and Rebel is by my side fighting again. This time we are fighting together.

“Time remaining: ten minutes. Sequence nearing termination. Resistance is ineffective.” I clenched my fists, summoning every spark of power, every connection from mortals, from Kieran, from Death himself. “Not ineffective! Not while we can fight! Not while we can choose!” Kieran’s hands fell to my face. “Then we break it. Together. Every rule, every calculation, every cold design… we break it. For life. For love. For hope.” I swallowed, tears streaming freely. “Yes… we break it. Together.” Suddenly, a ripple of power surged through me. I felt Death’s essence flicker, weakening. But a part of him clung to Kieran… and through Kieran, to me.

Anger ripples through my blood, my face falling as Dain growls pushing forward “That is barbaric” He growls through the link, the man instantly pales, his head dropping. “I know. As I said it wasn’t his best move” “Did it work?” Dain spits at him “Yes, but we had to tie all the young males up and away, but in the end the girl died” I glare at him, shaking my head. That was a horrible way to die, “can you imagine how terrified she was?” Dain growls, stomping around in my head

"I, Alpha Roman Sanford, Alpha of Blood Rose Pack, hereby disown my son, Damon Sanford, and strip him of his title as the heir to my throne. I shall exile him, along with his friends and allies, for committing treason. I sever all ties with him, and he shall live as a rogue for the remainder of his pathetic life. I, your Alpha, have spoken." At that moment, it felt like all hope within me had been extinguished. The urge to close my eyes grew overwhelming, and I could no longer resist it. My breath slowed down, and I lost all sensation in my body. Perhaps this is what real death feels like. I looked to the side where Serena was. She gazed at me, her eyes glistening with tears, and her trembli

Not even in sleep. Whatever was happening tonight… it wasn’t just a job for him. It was a war. And somehow, I had a feeling I was on the battlefield. I closed the feed and tossed the device aside. Daniel Flair would die. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not even tomorrow. But soon. And whoever we found to replace him? They’d learn faster. Or they’d follow him into the ground. As for Angel... He was going into something deep. A bust could turn out ugly.

He is not moving anymore, no breath at all. Rain pours endlessly over us while the battlefield sounds fade into something distant and hollow. My best friend is dead! The Lycan King of the Eastern Lythengar is dead! All because of this brat! My fists clench and my jaw tightens as I slowly lift my head toward Damon, something monstrous rising inside me. He flinches, taking a step back, his whole body suddenly shaking. “I’m going to kill you for this,” I say hoarsely.

Mental images of him and Sierra together flashed in my mind fueling my anger. "We need to go now!" Dane pushed himself up to his feet, the pain made it impossible for us to move faster, but still, we pushed hard. "I'm going to kill him," Dane muttered running off while holding his chest. "I second that." I agreed as I followed closely behind. We got there at the same time and we kicked the door open. The hinges gave way as the door fell open. We rushed in not minding the broken door. I saw a very shirtless Zane on top of our mate with his fangs buried deep in her neck while her very red blood slid down to the bed.

She wanted the way his laugh loosened the tightness in her chest she hadn’t known was there. Saying no to this wasn’t saying no to him. It still felt like a kind of betrayal in her ribs. She sank into the chair, the wood creaking softly, and let the darker possibilities crawl in around the edges. Better to name them than pretend they didn’t exist. *Kael dead* came first because, of course, it did. Dead in some nameless pass, blood soaking Nightfang’s snow, cut down by a cultist or an old enemy or sheer, stupid bad luck. Nightfang’s council delivering the news with gravity, Blackmoon’s hall filling with candlelight and whispers.

“Go” “She started convulsing and fell to the ground. She screamed and clawed at her mark, she is dead” the voice on the other end says. Lucas disconnects the call. “She is dead isn’t she?” David asks. “She is,” Lucas projects his Alpha Lord Aura. “How did your fated mate die and don’t lie.” David tries to fight this powerful aura, but can’t.

I look up to see the darkness is growing, and it’s pushing at the barrier… We are out of time and there’s only one way to end this… ‘Dante…’ I whisper through the bond. ‘Hey…’ He knows what I’m about to ask but he’s waiting… ‘Do I need to…to end this…’ ‘I’m afraid so.’ Kill my mate… I hate him with everything I have, but I know that this will hurt others, even if Royce is ready… is he ready to see his brother die? As if feeling my conflict, he steps forward, closing the gap between us. “You look beautiful…” He whispers, cupping my face and caressing my cheek with his thumb.