Death Battle Ideas Novels & Stories

"Principessa, don't be so willful." "Why can't you just do as you're told and jump for the honor of the family? Be a good girl, like you always have been. Wouldn't that be better?" In that moment, the last of my love for them turned to ash. In my last life, I thought I had died in a bloody feud with a rival family, died heroically protecting my parents. Thinking back now, those so-called "assassins" were probably just actors they hired. Even the truck that ran me down was part of their carefully orchestrated grand finale.

He would die, with probably no one to attend his funeral. As I approached my house's entrance- after a short ride- the feeling of each droplet of rain wetting my skin was like oil put into the fire. The muddy grass underneath lost its champing sound in the battle against the heavy rain. A ferocious battle between the clouds and the ground occurred. And, the victim was a groaning thunder strand.

If the structure fails, it will not fail quietly, and I will not pretend neutrality when I can still apply pressure to keep it standing. And beneath that tilt lies another disturbance, older and more dangerous. Death and I were meant to operate in harmony. I chart the path. He closes it. Fate designs the end. Death completes it. We are two halves of the same mechanism. But he is no longer behaving like a function. He is behaving like a choice.

He fell face flat on the floor with blood gushing out of his chest. The hall fell eerily silent. "My dearest pack members," I said with glee. "Tomorrow, we will play a GAME OF DEATH." They all stared at me with freight. "Izaak dear, UNLESS, you hand over the Silver Bow, this won't be the only death on your head," I informed him. Izaak glared at me with pure rage. If he still had his wolf I'm sure he'll have charged at my right now. "Meetings over," I announced. "See you all tomorrow, you can as well say your last goodbyes, no one can really tell who will die tomorrow anyway," I cackled.

When it was almost time for Layla to blow the candles just before midnight, there were over a million viewers watching her livestream. With a party hat on her head, Layla had a bashful look on her face as she put her hands together. Meanwhile, everyone was doing the countdown. Just then, Brenda rushed into the room and grabbed Layla's arm. She smiled at her in a very strange way. "Hazel, when I saw you that day, Layla had already bludgeoned you to death and your dad had already dismantled your skeleton. "I only made a few cuts on your body. I'm sure it didn't hurt at all. So, don't come looking for me. Alright?"

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

This instantly cleared Dave mind , “ So she was planning to poison me “ , he whispers to himself . Life became a war for the wedded couple with each planning for another to die first. During dinner Dave cut off the electricity and claimed he didn’t pay for electricity and would pay tomorrow as it was already late . Dave had a plan , a good plan , a smart plan that would definitely not end with him dying first. He placed the final candle on the dinner table and admired his work. Romantic. Elegant. Deadly .

'Do you really think this is going to work? Diego nodded, his jaw set in determination. 'I know it will. Alpha Killian is too powerful for us to fight head-on, so we need to be creative with our plan to take him down.' Zillah crossed her arms. 'But how? We can't just ambush him. That would be suicide.' Diego smiled, a glint of excitement in his eyes. 'Not if we haunt and kill him. We can use dark magic to slowly drain his power and strength, until he is too weak to fight us.'

I tilted my head to shove off violent ideas such as skinning that girl alive, burning her, drowning her in a pool of chemicals, detaching her fingers or her body parts, strangling her to death, and the worst part is, I want her to die after hitting her with a baseball bat simultaneously and throw her chopped bodies somewhere in the ocean. I went to buy a bottle of water and drunk it all at once. I wiped the sides of my lips. I bit my nails and leaned my head on the wall.

I grunted. "Well, this one is important. Since you're new you might not know this, but everyone here is playing a death game. An assasination and survival game to be exact." "A 'what' game!?" I almost raised my voice, "What do you mean?" now saying it softer.