Death Battle Ideas Novels & Stories

They were Death Warriors. Death Warriors, Suicide Warriors, Sacrificial Fighters, etc. There were many names for them. But they all meant one thing – someone whose life is worth nothing to their master. Death Warriors were warriors raised up and groomed all for the purpose of giving their lives for the ‘greater good’. They were meant to slow people down, and weaken stronger foes so that others can garner all the praise that came with conquering their enemies. That was what these profound wielders were doing. They didn’t fear death. They didn’t care about their lives at all. All they wanted to do was to inflict some sort of damage before dying so that Mane and Abe would be weakened sufficient

Then the Finality appears with unexpected suggestion. “There’s one option you haven’t considered,” it says. “Multiple death systems running simultaneously. Absolute death for those who want certainty, negotiable death for those who want choice, each person selects which system governs their ending.” “That’s madness,” Original Death protests. “Multiple competing death systems creates more chaos.” “Or it creates choice,” the Finality argues. “Some beings want absolute death, some want negotiation. Let them choose their system. Mabel maintains negotiable death, I maintain absolute death, beings pick which governs them.”

She was too weak of a person to fight another without a reason. “Hello, Great Wolves,” Derek began. “Today is a great day and this year's wrestling comes with its twist” Derek gave a conniving grin and continued. “This year's battle is, fight until death. Even if blood is drawn, your opponent must be lifeless. I have too much slaves that eats without earning their price, it's time we reduce their number.” Carly turned flushed from the shock and rage building up in her. She knew there was no escaping this. It's kill or be killed. She was helpless, the only skills she knew were the ones Rick and Sarah taught her on their night out. And how was she going to kill?

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

Hybrid Corpse Seeker Preferred method to eliminate the assigned duties of Death. Can only be destroyed by a crossbow arrow to the thorax or sword through the spinal cord. Usually in the form of a Banshee. Rated 90% in kill success. "Did you learn any weaponry during my prison years," I asked him curiously and he stared at me with an open mouth. I shook my head and patted his back. "I'll teach you how to fire a medieval crossbow, I know how to sword fight already," I mumbled confidently. Rai looked at me and frowned.

Rudy's expression stiffened after thinking about it, "Isn't that too crazy?! No wonder it's more difficult than a death match. At the most, a death match would end up with both people dying! Each slaughter gambit leads to nine people dying! "Any warriors who would participate in something like this would not be weak. To me, they would all be geniuses! Nine of them would die in one go, that's crazy!" Now that he thought about it, a lower limit of half a million to place a bet was not much! After all, it was such a crazy bet! Thinking about it, another thought surfaced in his head. Just those three bets on the surface were crazy enough, so what about the two levels underground?

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

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.