Death Battle Ideas Novels & Stories

It’s not just that I’ve manifested the power of my family’s crest on day one. I saw a corpse. Someone catastrophically important will die during the next Mortal Verse games and Solantis will go to war.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

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.

They went to their battle stations around the fortress, ready to meet the enemies. Whoosh! Darryl could not afford to think about that. He discharged his internal energy and propelled himself into the sky. He gazed into the distance and saw millions of Death Army slowly advancing toward them. "Let's see how powerful the Death Army is!" Darryl spoke coldly, and then he waved the Heavenly Halberd. A ray of blood-red colored light condensed right away. "Blood Battle Eight Directions!" Darryl roared as he pointed the Heavenly Halberd at the Death Army!

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.