Death Battle Next Novels & Stories

Their father also followed him. I turned to Shantelle when she approached me. "Don't be nervous, it will be fun," I swallowed hard from what he said. "Let's go?" I nodded to her. We came out of the protection together and saw the two fightings. The three vampires were in front of us looking like they were thirsty. "Good luck," Shantelle patted my shoulder. "Don't die," and then she quickly ran to one side. One of the Dervys followed her.

“You can go now. You are the first person to leave this place alive. You can be proud of this. Today’s death trial is over. Let’s meet again next time. Thank you for watching.” Crack. The screen disappeared and the live broadcast was closed. “This death trial has ended. The verdict has been successful.” “The difficulty level of this death trial is being reviewed.” “The review has been completed. The difficulty level of this death trial is excellent + 0.” “Reward obtained: 2,000 trial points. Unlocked Scenario: You Are Next.” “The commission for this live broadcast is $5,800.” “You are next: suitable for multi-target game scenarios, setting the rules of the game, and related to each other. It

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?

the masked man concluded. The lights on the bus flickered on and off. The dark front screen lit again with the same red font as the voice echoed: [Approaching the next stop. All players, get ready.] “Does that mean all of you are dead?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I could not process or believe any of this. Death means the end. That was how we grew up believing death was. The masked man nodded. “You’re all dead! You’re lucky to be invited to the survival game and have the opportunity to win a second chance at life.

"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.

“In the Flying Death we have something called a Blood Card. Mine were Stephen and Nina Mitchell. Nina, though my biological mother, was never any sort of mother. She’s a shell of a person and won’t ever be capable of more. Stephen, some sorry sack of shit she married but never mated with, thought I was his personal punching bag. His to do with what he wanted. Whatever he saw fit and she never stopped him. Well, gentleman, I’d like to introduce myself. My name … is Punch Dennison and I am the Reeve of the Flying Death. And no, I will never be Alpha. Because an Alpha can look past his violence and not let it cloud his judgment,” I say, my eyes immediately searching for Mags. She’s gone and I k

The DarkSword crowd screamed for more, drunk on the violence as they watched their chosen fighters rip each other to pieces. Ava felt her stomach churn, bile rising to the back of her throat. But Cahir shoved her down into a seat next to him, his grip cruel as he forced her to watch. "This is the Death Pit. When two, four, or eight fighters enter, only one makes it out alive—the winner. The rest? Death! Ripped to pieces of flesh, bones, and blood." Cahir grinned at Ava, and her heart thudded hard.

‘But we will be twenty in less than two days. Katniss’s smile completely vanishes. She sits up straight on the bench, her eyes widening as the math clicks in her head. “Wait... less than two days? Kyle, the final match of the Dance of the Dead takes place in exactly two days from now.” I nod, my jaw tightening as I stare into the bubbling water. “Gracious Cessi,” Katniss whispers, her face turning pale. “That means Olivia will be fighting a death battle against the Ripper Ghost on her twentieth birthday. That is brutal.”

The penalty of failure is losing all of your technological levels and recipes] [Reward: +2 to all stats of surviving creatures] "I hate you all too, don't worry," said David to no one in particular, he groaned and prepared to give his commands, but he was interrupted by another notification. [Ben Dover has died!] [Rhino 2 has died!] "What...EVERYONE, SURFACE! NOW!"

Roshan's expression turned calculating before morphing into a feral grin. "If we fight, it has to be to the death. Winner takes all. Do you agree?" he said, his eyes glinting with a deadly intensity. I hesitated for a moment, weighing my options. "Alright, then. To the death it is," I agreed, and Roshan's smile grew wider, more menacing. My beta, David, grasped my arm, his voice low and urgent. "Brian, what the hell are you doing? Agreeing to a death battle with him?" He looked frantic, his eyes wide with worry. "What other choice do I have?" I asked, my jaw set.