Death Battle Next Novels & Stories

I think of the oath I swore at this grave with blood on the stone and a priest as witness, and I think of the authorization code in violet ink with the initial T, and I understand that the vengeance I wanted would have made me the same thing as the man who signed the order. I stand. I turn away from the grave. Serafina is still waiting at the edge of the grove, her hand now empty at her side, her eyes on my face. "Walk back with me," I say. She falls into step beside me without a word. We cross the grove together, past the olive trees and the dry earth and the place where the bullet came from an hour ago, and we walk through the gate into the courtyard where three capos are dead on the stone

Alpha executing his own kind. The violence is escalating. People aren't just dying. They're being destroyed. Torn apart. Incinerated. Obliterated. I document everything. Every death. Every method. Every second. Because this battle will change London's supernatural balance. The casualties on both sides are too high. Too public. Too witnessed. Parliament can't hide this. Too many bodies. Too much destruction. Even the Veil has limits. 7:38 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-06). Staked by Callum Brennan. Died trying to kill Cormac.

"You next in line? Even if I didn't get married, which I am, you still couldn't beat War. He'll always be better than you." Death's eyes narrowed and his attacks elevated to a fiercer level. Ribbons of red decorated Dagon's arms and even his neck as Death's energy swirled around them. "War doesn't even care about the soul. He doesn't see the benefit of taking all that power, but I do. You're weaker than me, you will give in." Holly forced herself away from the fight and rushed to Eros's side lifting his head. "Eros? Are you there?"

"Celie and Terrance Ward are supposed to be dead. I'll help as well, but all of us need to keep this away from Valeur for long as possible. All of this started from his transmigration; therefore, he should be the one defeated and held accountable. It'll just take all of us working together... or he'll kill us off one by one. I've done my history on Valeur...he's not a demon I wanna encounter." Terrance and Phuture both glanced at each other after being approached by Death, but neither of them sought out a reply. The two of them had so much history with Death, so many memories flustered their brain at once when she arrived. The stunned duo remained quiet and, in their heads, Phuture felt nost

Some even cursed out Riley to get in my good graces. I ignored their messages and focused on reading through the information that the system had sent. It was a list that detailed all the safehouses, skills, and team compositions of the current players. The voting period had only lasted a few minutes in the past, so it hadn't been possible to glean any useful information amidst the chaos. Thus, the list provided me with all the information I needed. It didn't take long for ten minutes to pass. The system sent another notification. "The second stage, 'Resource Battle', has officially started. There are currently 50 survivors.

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."

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Jake, Aaron and I walk through the dense crowd at the game, looking for the rest of our group so we could start a game of kill the carrier. The field was even more packed than usual because it was homecoming. We eventually found the rest of the guys and started our game. Jake was “it” and the others were closing in on him. He chucked the football as hard as he could without looking first. I saw it flying toward an unsuspecting group of freshman girls. Someone yelled “LOOK OUT!!” right before I pushed one of them out of the way.

In a daze, he watched the shorter walk off into the honey pool that was the sunset sky. From then on, Erin killed like there was no tomorrow, took all available quests, and battled every being on this game. After all, that's all he can really do. Kill after kill, the clock struck midnight, repeating all over again. Eleven days became ten, ten became eight, eight became one. To say he was fatigued would be an understatement, not forgetting it takes a toll on your mental sanity and wellbeing killing things that look just like people and animals. He's accumulated a total of 3.6 million Won, which is more than he'd usually earn in three weeks. He was that driven about it, he assumed. Uriel was o

"So what's it gonna be for you boys? Who is next?" They trembling in fear as they saw death with their own eyes , it was only a matter of time now when they join their Beta. For rebel was infamous for one thing and that was merciless killing, slaughtering as some may say. Instant death Smirking at them , she adjusts her cap and rotate the knife in her fingers. Let the fun begin.