Death Battle Next Novels & Stories

Enzo laughs and I join him, shaking my head. “I keep telling you I’m not the same flowery teenage girl you grew up with, Caleb. His death is mine. It’s as simple as that.” I shrug, not giving them the choice, and they all know it. “How will you do it?” James asks. “We have him sitting on the stage, so he can approve of the union. I will slit his throat when he stands over us, giving us approval.” “The blessing of our union comes before the marking,” James complains.

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 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.

“Every time my phone rings I wonder if it’s the call. And if it’s not his death my mom’s calling about, then it’s something he did. He’s killing himself and there’s no way around that. But he’s going to take someone down with him too. Maybe it’s driving under the influence or selling laced weed to kids. All Bobby does is destroy, and waiting for the end is worse than going through the final never-ending chapter.” “That makes sense,” Quinn says quietly. “Living with the fear of never knowing what’s going to happen would make me anxious.” “In a perfect world, he’d recover. But the world isn’t perfect, and I know the odds of someone coming back from something like this.” “It’s not impossible,”

I was reborn on the very day Liam Dunlap bragged about defusing a bomb with one hand. The first thing I did was turn off my phone. Then I slept straight through till morning. When I turned it back on the next day, there were—just as expected—over a hundred missed calls. In my previous life, after realizing the disaster he'd caused, Liam had called me frantically through the night, begging me to come clean up the mess. At the time, I had just finished three consecutive bomb disposal operations and had been home for less than an hour. Even so, I rushed back to the scene in the pouring rain and worked through the night to defuse the bomb.

Callum’s dead body is in the casino cellar. I’ve killed the Alpha of a pack, realistically there should be a mob baying for my head on a stick. I nearly lost Selene. I think that’s what’s upsetting me more than anything. The guilt of losing Callum and being only minutes away from losing Selene has turned my stomach, every organ in my body upside down. Then its kicked them into a blender and minced me. The water stops and Selene steps out of the shower and I need to make a choice. Do I confide…or pretend to be okay, slap on a cheeky Rocco mask and make her laugh?

No matter the cost. A hush descended over the room, a fleeting peace before the gathering storm. I embraced it, letting its tranquillity seep into the cracks of my being, fortifying the fragile barriers around my heart. Tonight, it seemed, the Luna of Death still had one battle left to fight, one that I could not lose.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.