Death Battle Ideas Novels & Stories

They think the young Mort who will dominate the Underground in the future is the "Perfect One" As a child, Mort has already contributed a lot to the clan, especially in ammo and weaponry. He has also won many battles against the Underground countless times. People considered him a threat and is feared by everyone. He became infamous in the Underground and nicknamed him 'DEATH'. Certain and Quick Death, he never lets his opponents speak before he kills them. He doesn't need to hear any of their pleas or last words. The important thing for him is they die in his hand and won't allow them to cheat death.

In the end, we managed to surpass Frank's points by a hair's breadth and emerged victorious. However, both Riley and I died the moment we left the game due to our heavy injuries. Perhaps the system malfunctioned when it brought us back, but we were reborn with our memories of our past lives intact. The game then began anew. Riley and I immediately recognized each other when we were added to the group chat. Thus, we swore to each other that we would make the people who betrayed us in our past lives pay for the consequences of their actions. I intentionally chose the plastic apartment in the desert and the reverse photosynthesis skill. I also modified the name of the game, tricking everyone in

She brought this on herself! "You're not at fault, and neither am I! Lynn was the one in the wrong! She should have died! She should've died a long time ago!" It could have been Charlotte's repeated use of the word "die" that triggered Enzo, as his gaze was no longer vacant and instead began to fill with madness and hatred. He grabbed Charlotte by the throat. The strength of a wolf with Alpha blood in them was terrifying—he looked like he was about to strangle her to death on the spot.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

“Yes! We f-fight till one submits and the w-winner gets the Alpha.” “Kinda, did you know the challenges are till death?” Her head snapped up to me and her eyes were wide as saucers. “Yes, challenges for an Alpha or Luna position are till death, not submission. You would have to kill me to take my place or I would be forced to kill you.” I saw her eyes falter as she looked down and more tears ran down her face. “I d-didn’t know t-that.” “Unfortunately, that is the law. How old are you?”

That's why the birthday games were created, and why we still have them today. This was put in place incase an Alpha is to cruel to keep leading his pack his Luna can save the pack as she is meant to. Or if the next Luna is deemed to be unworthy or disloyal to her Alpha then the Beta or Delta step in to claim. Then the Alpha can find a choosen mate that the elder council approves worthy. It has only happened once, but it keeps the pack safe. This also test the loyalties of Beta's and Delta's, and shows the true colors of men.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Tomorrow, I might not even be alive enough to worry about anything. The night had become eerily quiet. Maybe there was no fight anymore. Maybe everyone else was dead. How many people were in here with me? Could we fight back? Or at least try? I don’t want to die without trying to kick their butt. Man, they needed the most epic ass-kicking in the whole world. I would love to see it. I could imagine it in my head, my brother, father, boyfriend, my pack, and all its warriors and might, coming here to bestow upon them the mightiest smiting the earth has ever witness. Screw God and its Angels (if they even truly existed), or any other gods for that matter. Screw faeries, and demons, and vampires,

There she was, extending her hands as she invited me to the Elysian Fields. ‘Wait for me my, love. I would probably be there in a few,’ I whispered inside my head. With the last inch of strength, I took charge of the Death Eater. Our bodies clashed, tearing each other apart. I raised my hand a few times, trying to hit him as much as I can. Some of which he easily dodged while the others had successfully torn his flesh. Even if I didn’t kill him today, at least I would try to weaken him as much as I can. That was the Blue Ribbon Union’s plan. They knew there was a possibility that I might end up losing my life to this fight so they planned ahead. In case I lose, the warriors would keep on cha

The eyes of the Rank 6 Celestial Honorable Ranked Undead Spirit Family were glittering with pleading. "Spare your life?" Lucas smiled. "You think that's possible?" Then, Lucas slashed with his sword. Following that slash from Lucas, the Rank 6 Celestial Honorable Ranked Undead Spirit Family was dead for good. In a battle, one should often use all sorts of techniques to cheat on your opponent. 'Humans, Dark Races, zombies or demons, the same applies for them all as well.'