Death Battle Ideas Novels & Stories

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

I watched the light go out of his eyes and knew he was dead before he hit the ground. Thirty seconds later, those same eyes opened again. They glowed green now instead of their original brown, and David stood up like nothing had happened. Then he turned around and started attacking the people who’d been fighting beside him just moments before. “Our dead are turning!” I roared over the noise of battle. “They’re bringing back everyone we lose!” It got worse from there, because every person we lost became another enemy we had to fight. Every small victory turned into defeat when the corpses climbed back to their feet with new masters controlling their movements.

🖱️Jayden🖱️ Death was the least thing I imagined when I stepped into the supernatural world. I thought the worst case scenario would be fights, powers going out of control, maybe the council breathing down my neck. I did not think I would be standing in a room with the two people I love most while discussing which version of my death sounded less tragic. That was not on my bingo card.

Another elder said and laughed. "How about we behead them and hang their heads for them to see on the day of war?" Another suggestion was made. "Yes, beautiful one. Let us do that." Most agreed. "I love all your suggestions but I think I will prefer something else. Do not feel bad, I actually got the idea from all you have said. I love the last idea but I wouldn't want them to die before the war. It will not really get to them the way I like it if they were already dead." Their Alpha paused to enjoy the look of expectation on their faces.

“We train every day.” “Uh.” I make my mind up right there and then. “Assemble the warriors. We’re going to have ourselves some games.” “Guh- games?” “Yes.” “What kind of games?” “I’m resurrecting the old Gladatorium. Seven days. Everyone will fight to the death. Participation is mandatory.” “Have you lost your damn mind? We won’t have any warriors left.” “Suuuure we will,” I drawl. “The strongest will survive. That’s all I need. The strongest.”

Bruno suggested, “That's easier, it's no reason to gather around.” “Good idea Bruno,” I stated, “Except they are not a set but millions, if not trillions.” A gasp left everyone's lips and I went forward to explain, “Millions of everything that died in the past ages are back to life to kill us. We are talking about one hundred and fifty million crispy bones or more. Do you still think we can just go out there and kill them all? We fucking need a plan or we will die fighting foolishly.” Fear consumed the hall, as everyone's face turned serious.

I was livid. "It isn't my idea. If I knew where he was, would we be having this meeting? I would have launched an attack and wiped him off the surface of our world. Those with the brilliant idea of dialoguing with him can source him out and send the letter while we prepare for war. Whatever the outcome is, we will proceed from there. Still, nothing will stop me from preparing for war against those evil creatures," I said with determination. "How will we fight against things that can't die? What if they choose not to engage in noon time?" someone asked, and I shrugged.

Even in a level 9 civilization like Leila, there were very few forces with partial Pre-Deity death warriors. Most of the death warriors were Saints. David had three clones who would attack at any cost, so as long as Azul was not a Pre-Deity, there would be no chance for him to escape. If worse came to worst, David would trade the three for his life. He would only waste three drops of blood essence. Azul’s thoughts at this time were exactly the opposite of David’s.

"I don’t know. It’s just a thought. But think about it—sacrifice doesn’t always have to mean death. It could mean power, status, something precious. I don’t think it’s just about who dies. It’s what they’re willing to give up." Her words hung in the air, and I realized she might be right. It could be something else, something even harder to give up. If we were going to fight the source, it would demand everything we had. “We don’t have much to go on,” Mike said, rubbing his temples. "But we need to make a decision. We can’t just wait for the shadow to come knocking again." “Are we sure we can trust Dorian?” Marcus asked, his arms crossed. He was always the skeptic, the one who had doubts abo