Death Battle Next の小説・ストーリー

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Orion just stares at Death, clearly shocked and confused as to why his father would give up his mantle now that he has this new, immense power. “And I!” Death declares, looking around at his courtiers, and his priests, and the girls all dressed in red. “Will be Emperor of this entire Planet! I claim it as my own, I seize it from Darkness himself!” A huge pulse – much more powerful than the one we felt before – pounds out around us, echoing through the entire space. My eyes go wide as I realize that Death just declared a new war, and this time against a much, much more powerful foe than I.

“King Zayne! Preparing well enough for the day you die! I certainly hope so! I've written this letter, not for good news, at least for you. Due to unanimous vote, the date of the battle has been shifted to a week earlier, that means you have just six days. And the stakes involved have just been lifted. When you die soon enough at my hands, I take your human girlfriend and her sister as my slaves, until they are to be sacrificed. I can't wait! Hope you're just as excited as I am?” Oh no! I held the letter tightly in my hand, as I stood frozen to the spot in disbelief. Isn't fighting me to the death enough for him. Now he shifts the date and places Steph and Emily as part of the deal. “This is

In the third year of my disappearance, Xavier Gardner has transformed into a powerful capitalistic mogul whose influence runs deep in the finance industry. At the celebratory party, he goes down on one knee and proposes to his first love, Nancy Lowe. "Back when my company was on the verge of bankruptcy, you were the one who sold all of your properties and assets just to help me tide over the crisis. Today, I want you to become the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me, Nancy?" Amid everyone's blessings, Nancy puts on the ring while feeling extremely touched. "Mr. Gardner, it was said that your ex-wife, Victoria Zahn, had stolen all of your funds and fled with her sugar daddy whe

"Not only did you kill your brother, but now you're having delusions and slandering your parents? It seems your madness is worse than I thought!" "Still acting?" I sneered. "If my brother is dead, then Father, Mother, tell me, how did you get here today?" When I was looking down from the edge of the roof just now, I'd noticed the car. A black, armored Cadillac, with the special family license plate. It was the exclusive car of the Moretti family heir. "And that black sedan parked on the street below, who's sitting in it? A ghost?" "Why was there only blood but no body after Lorenzo's duel? Because he never died in the first place!"

“What are you talking about?” Dimitri’s sneer faded as his horrible face came even closer, “Don’t even play with me! You’re the reason he’s dead, so I’m gonna get my revenge on your little buddy Nate,” he yelled, spit landing just under my eye before he backed up a little. Not enough.

He slurred and lightly shook his head, "You would've not been this much hurt right now." I released his hair and shifted in agitation as I stood up straight. Dizziness swarmed over my vision making my gaze fall on my arm to notice that the white material of the bandage is now all red, tainted with my blood. I ignored that as I pulled my gun out. Pulling back the safety, I pressed the barrel against his temple, "Now tell me, if I killed you, if you died, who is gonna give a shit, who is gonna cry over you, mourn you?"

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.

this is a battle of life and death and only destiny will choose the position we will be. But as long as I'm alive the evil doers will never go Scot free, I will take them all down and I will show no mercy. TBC

“I am so tired of seeing this wonderful town slowly dies. And whatever happens to me in that battle field, I will gladly face it. I’ll rather die fighting!” Every ear heard that. And they saw the passion in my eyes. “You heard the girl, she’ll fight the lord,” Alpha then grin. “Then let’s prepare. After a week will be good? Huh, Beta?” The Beta was thorn into half. He look at me, I moved my head sideways. “This is the destiny given to me, let it be.” With that, the battle was fully scheduled. In about 7 days from now, under the blood moon, we shall learn who’s throne to bring down. Is it the Alpha or the Hidalgo.