Death Battle Godzilla Novels & Stories

Even Elias looked stunned. Then the cathedral answered. A monstrous pulse thundered beneath the floor. The cracks blazing across the stone flared black. The building creaked and sh wholeuddered, if something massive had moved as deep Hunters raised silver weapons. Vampires unsheathed ancient black blades. It would go down in history, a time when something remarkable happened - both sides came together, united in a single goal was a moment that, something happened before. My death. The realization hollowed me out.

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

He pulled me into a kiss that was desperate and raw, a claim that defied the island, the Board, and my own broken mind. ​But as his lips met mine, a new sound echoed from the jungle. ​The sound of a thousand metallic wings. ​"The Board’s drones," Julian rasped, pulling back. "They didn't send soldiers this time. They sent the Reapers." ​Across the sky, a swarm of black, mechanical insects blotted out the sun, descending toward the beach like a cloud of death. ​"Run?" I asked, summoning the Scythe once more. ​"No," Julian said, his silver veins glowing with a final, suicidal light. "We fight."

secretary had been a fixture in our lives since I was a kid, but I'd never suspected the depths of her betrayal: birthing his son, now ten, and colluding to destroy us for their twisted happiness ever after. The thought fueled a burning rage. I fantasized about unleashing it, making her pay in kind. "Try patting him gently," I suggested. "I've heard that right after passing, the departed can still sense your words and touch. It's like a final connection." Beth nodded through her haze of grief, her fingers tracing his face tenderly, and whispered endearments. I eased her hand aside. "He might not feel that, Mom. You need to be a bit more insistent. Louder, firmer, so his spirit knows."

I knew him better than he knew himself. There is a reason he is called the Devil. He knows well how to play that victim role and keep to his good name. I heaved, holding back the harsh words I was about to say to him. "Your mother approached me today at your father’s death anniversary. Do you know what she first said to me for someone who should be mourning…? I bit the tip of my lips to hold back the tears that were itching to fall. "There is no need to listen to anything that she says; don’t pay attention to them."

I tell him, I start feeling hot, but not like in a sick way and I watch the Gods quirk up while the Goddesses widen their eyes. "I told you!" Hera says to Poseidon, "Too many dragon drops," "And it'll make her aroused?" He asked her as I shuffle on my feet "It would enhance a feeling she doesn't feel often or ever," Aphrodite tells him and I rock from my heels to my toes "Alright, see you guys later," Death picks me up putting me back over his shoulder "Be gentle," Demeter said Death snorts and snaps and we were back in his room. A whine leaves my lips as he puts me in his bed and I roll onto my stomach putting my hands under my thighs

"Grab my hand, Mommy!" She smiled devilishly. "Don't you miss Mommy?" she taunted. Then she pulled me into the pool, pushing my head underwater. I struggled to breathe, water filling my lungs with every gasp. I fought to escape, but her grip was too strong. Darkness closed in. I almost died this morning, but they revived me. Now, I was about to die again. Where the fuck was Ares? "Dahlia! Dahlia, hold on, I'm coming!" I heard from above the water before everything went black.

Then the slaughter began. False Daego attacked without hesitation. The salamanders fought back. The seers cast shields, healing the wounded, but even with Haemos and Markaus leading the charge, they were barely holding on. His father shifted into his salamander beast form, darkness coiling around him, feeding him power from the Dark Plane. Hundreds died in moments. Including Ragina. Gildeon watched, numb with disbelief. He had never known. This was how his father’s wife died. Haemos and Markaus launched their attacks again, refusing to back down. Their limbs were slashed, burned, and then regrown too many times to count.

He must see the question on my face as my mouth falls open. “I picked his head up off the ground and brought it back for Alpha Jonathan’s trophy room.” He grins. “Same damn eyes as the dead man that stared at me. Crazy.” He chuckles and I find myself completely unable to move. Cold, dark anger slowly replaces my shock, and the beast I trained for five years to control rolls forth from me in a war cry as I lunge for Dorian. I jump up and grab his hideous greasy hair bun, yanking it hard enough he cries out, and blood springs from the roots. My fist connects with his exposed throat and he drops like a sack to the ground.

Drago notified, “I will give you an estimate, you open that door, you will meet hell, what are you going to do when you are injured?” El Diablo smiled, he didn’t flinch when he was told about his wound neither did he look shocked when he was told of his doom, because one thing was for certain, this was not the end for him. “This,” he said followed by a gunshot. Drago flinched, momentarily showing his pain on his face before concealing it again as the black haired man before him walked up to him. “Now we are both bleeding,” El Diablo said before placing his gun on Drago’s temple as he stood behind him, “and you will open the door.”