Death Battle Ideas Novels & Stories

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

I know it isn't the way to battle and win a war, but we want to prove that we can fight without killing, being the better of the ones that are actually here to kill. We have however been lucky not to have very many fatalities most were lost in the first few hours after the war started however as the days stretched out even though the ones we are fighting seem to have been programmed to kill everyone, they too seem to only be knocking out those they fight, I have noticed on a few of the rogue Vampires and Werewolves that they have a thin metal device wrapped around their necks.

Gwen thought that blood is thicker than water but she is getting the opposite. She walked closer so that she could record them and take a clear picture. " You know that your brother is a very tough person so we needed to get an injection for him " One of the guys replied. " We gave him more dosage so that before he could wake up, he for himself in the grave. What a painful death that awaits him! " The boy said as they began to dig the grave. " Finally, I am getting rid of my biggest problem in life. Dig the grave and I will bury him myself " Leo said as he laughed sarcastically.

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.

Needed something good in world of death and darkness. Even if it was just comfortable lie. From mother who had become very good at lying. Very good at killing. Very good at everything except being human. Three weeks until war. Until eight deaths. Until everything changed. If Damien survived—we faced it together. If he died—I faced it alone. Either way—I faced it. Because that is what Ashfords do. We face death. We create death. We are death. And somewhere—in the darkness—our enemies were planning. Preparing. Coming.

If we could have, then we might have been able to stop some of those losses from occurring. ‘Don’t do that.’ Neo stuck me with a stern glare. ‘Death is an inevitable part of war. All of us knew that it was possible that we might not return. With that being said, no, we killed him as fast as we could. It might not have worked at all if we had tried to rush it. You know, deep down, that it’s true. What would have happened if he had gained the upper hand and killed either you or Kalen before you killed him?’

Avery says. “Battle death? What does that mean?” I ask, looking down at my mate. Her heart rate is good and she’s breathing normally, so I hope she’s just exhausted from whatever spell she did. But I’m going to have my mom look her over anyway when we get back. I wipe the hair out of her face so I can see my sweet mate, the death fighter. “Those spells that hit you were death spells. They move throughout your body slowly killing you until you die. Your mate literally fought death to save you,” Amir says.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

The hide and seek play of me and my death had entertained me for a long time, but dying through puny magic was never on my wish list. It was my dream to die like a war hero, preferably on a battleground, full of snarling wolves. This scenario didn’t match the fragment of my imagination. Blitzer ran and tried to duck those lethal weapons; however, a strong force cemented his feet to the ground, he howled helplessly. “This is it, Zayden! It was nice to be paired with you.” Closing our eyes shut, we both waited for excruciating pain to take over us. “One, two, three…”

he asked. "Yes, because I heard earlier that she will be taught how to hunt Dervys" answered Shantelle, which surprised me. Dervy? Is that the Black Vampire they're talking about? “What?!” they both looked at me, obviously surprised by my shouting. "You will teach me? To kill?” they slowly nodded at me. "No way! I will not kill even one of the vampires or humans here,”