Death Battle Fanfiction Reaction Novels & Stories

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

It started deep inside my soul and this time, it was the worst pain I had ever felt. I felt my own fury as Sabine had burned. I felt the heat of it in my breath as my eyes started melting and my skin turned black. I could feel her hate for me but I reveled in it instead. I lay on the floor panting and struggling to breathe as Death watched me. The burning had stopped and my hands weren’t black anymore. He wasn’t laughing at me either, just watching me with interest. This certainly was different than any other time I’d been here.

I pushed myself upright, shaking, blood-streaked, barely standing—but standing. I thought of my aunty, Vivian. Of my father. Of Ashwood City reduced to ashes. Of the bodies. The screams. The lives he had destroyed. And most of all, I thought of my mates. “I will make your death brutal for what you did,” Armon snarled. He struck first. A violent surge of energy slammed toward me, and I screamed as I threw my own power forward to meet it. The two forces collided midair, the impact rattling the chamber. Light screamed against light, heat against heat, the pressure crushing my lungs.

Derrick's POV, I growled and gritted my teeth again and again in anger for the umpteenth time as I stared at my men, my warriors, who were badly wounded. None of them was able to escape unhurt from the battle with Darren, I could feel so enraged right now. Bitterness filled me to the brim, including an intense hatred that made my heart heavy. All I craved for was his death. The Death of Alpha Darren! I can't believe he was this cruel and powerful. We were no match for him. Even when we had been training for years and were bracing for a fight, no one knew it would be so bloody that I almost lost my life too.

Cayden practically jumped up like an angered cat, glaring at Fane as he said, "Brat, do you have a death wish?! How dare you say I'm afraid? Open your eyes! There are four of us, and we're strong. You only have two on your side! If the four of us can lose to you, we might as well just die!" Although Cayden spoke in such a frantic and urgent tone, Fane found it to be quite amusing. He felt like Cayden was just saying all that out of guilt. It was because Fane's words hit Cayden right where it hurt that triggered him to react like that. However, Fane did not say all of that just to rile Cayden up. Fane merely wanted to stop wasting time on the pointless conversation!

His eyes widened, desperate for air. In an agile move, I broke his neck and tossed him away. My growl echoed, a manifestation of anger. Lily's gaze met mine, full of horror and disbelief. "My God, what have you done?" she exclaimed, the words hanging in the charged air. My expression remained cold, eyes narrowed, and jaw clenched. Believing I had been betrayed, fury pulsed in my chest, a whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume everything around me. People began to gather around us, terrified, and the news that the alpha had died left everyone frightened.

And I certainly like my blood right in my body, I do not need it to be artwork for these weirdos' entertainment. “Of course not sister, you know I can't wish for that, and we both know who I truly wanted dead in that match,” I responded, my eyes right on Daniel Grey as he got treatment at that moment. “Oh my bad sister, I just couldn't kill him, you see the game was over just before I could,” she said as she finally let go of the hug and let out a smile that I could tell was absolutely fake. “Well it's fine sister, I'm sure another time will come and I most definitely want his death to come from my hands, Don't you think that will be much more satisfying sister?” I asked.

I press my palm to my side where the phantom wound burns. “It hurt,” I admit. “It felt real.” Her jaw tightens. “I know.” Silence stretches between us. Layered. Present. Battlefield. Future house. All at once. I exhale slowly. “But if I die,” I say, voice steady now, “it won’t be because it moves you.” The air snaps. Time recoils slightly. There it is. The first refusal. Not hers. Mine. Eliza’s eyes darken, something fierce and proud flickering there.

Nalani's POV Rage ignited in my chest like a wildfire devouring dry tinder, scorching everything in its path as I watched the light fade from Zeph's eyes. That final, soft rattle of his breath echoed in my soul, a sound I'd carry forever… the death knell of the brother who'd been my anchor, my protector, my blood. The serum's fire paled in comparison to this inferno; it was primal, all-consuming, turning grief into a weapon sharper than any claw.

“You are unbelievable. None of that even phased you, did it?” “No,” I said, looking away from her, unable to lie to her face. Everything about that had phased me. Only days ago, I had been scared of Death, and now I was… confused. My body was reacting in a way that it shouldn’t, and I couldn’t get my mind to shut off. Her gaze dropped to my wrist again, and I released it. “You’re healed.” “I am,” I agreed, looking behind me to where Death had just been moments ago.