Death Battle Next Novels & Stories

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.

“Kill them all! Leave no one alive!” “Why are you attacking us? How could you!” “Hah! We don't need your opinion. Kill them all!” Everyone fought desperately trying to save their own life. It's a battle royale between werewolves. Among the warriors fighting, Delta Cluxx was the most noticeable. Fighting against five enemy all at once. As the next generation warrior, the chosen next Beta of the pack. He should atleast show everyone his prowess and received reputation befitting that of a delta.

The grass on the field withered instantly, and terrifying death energy spread outward. The exotic beasts in the surroundings had never seen a battle of this scale before and were shocked silly for a moment. They did not react until the death energy reached them and it was already too late. The death energy was like a Grim Reaper. No living things would remain in its path. As for Philip and the deer, they blocked the death energy with their respective methods. The Devouring Ape was not bothered about the death energy at all. It was the one who used this move, so it did not have to worry about it, but it had to consider Philip’s move.

“Earis will destroy the world after the death of a dragon and a newborn! The hunters will bring Carnage unlike any we've ever seen before and your perfect Luna will lead us to our deaths!” A loud static ringing buzzed inside my head. HXP protocol from the hunters, checked. Dragon, checked. Soon to be newborn, checked! WE'RE DOOMED!

System alert flashes red. *Rift Event: Underworld Echo Breach – Level 85 Elite Mob Spawn.* *Boss: Remnant Death Lord (Echo) – HP: 500,000,000* We’re on the porch in seconds. The Court armed. Mom and Dad behind us—Mom with her consecrated mici grill fork (don’t ask), Dad cracking knuckles that summon thunder. The rift tears open over Hell’s Half Acre—violet lightning, marigold fog, obsidian skulls rising like balloons.

I bent to the waist and bowed down to Alpha Douglas. When I lifted my head, my eyes connected with Alaric. We stared at each other intently, not wanting to blink or look away. No one wanted to give an inch. We only pulled our gazes away when Alpha Douglas spoke. “It is settled then. In three days, Alpha Leo of the Red Stone Pack and Luna Erin of the Black Water Pack will face each other in the battle arena. The rules of the battle stand - whoever kills his opponent will emerge the victor.” Alpha Douglas banged his gavel, telling everyone the matter had been decided.

When it was almost time for Layla to blow the candles just before midnight, there were over a million viewers watching her livestream. With a party hat on her head, Layla had a bashful look on her face as she put her hands together. Meanwhile, everyone was doing the countdown. Just then, Brenda rushed into the room and grabbed Layla's arm. She smiled at her in a very strange way. "Hazel, when I saw you that day, Layla had already bludgeoned you to death and your dad had already dismantled your skeleton. "I only made a few cuts on your body. I'm sure it didn't hurt at all. So, don't come looking for me. Alright?"

"Also, Celeste is moving in next week. Remember to clear out your personal belongings quickly. Don't take up space." Until the last moment of my life, all Mom could think about was Celeste. So in her heart, I really was just an object that could be discarded at any time. Fine then... Ethan seemed to be crying and shouting something in my ear, but I couldn't hear anything anymore. After fighting for so many years, I was truly exhausted. Finally, I could get a good night's sleep... May 20th, Aria Blackwood died at Central City Hospital, age 27.

“Silas will die on this field. And your pups will be mine.” I lifted the blade and pointed it at his heart. “Then I will burn every piece of your cursed existence until there is nothing left for you to claim.” He inhaled, and the mist screamed in response. “So be it.” The fog collapsed, slamming into the ground like a storm. The battlefield vanished. Only him and me... two curses given flesh. Draco lifted his hand. “Duel to the death.” I raised mine. “Gladly.” And the world shattered into war.

Even in a level 9 civilization like Leila, there were very few forces with partial Pre-Deity death warriors. Most of the death warriors were Saints. David had three clones who would attack at any cost, so as long as Azul was not a Pre-Deity, there would be no chance for him to escape. If worse came to worst, David would trade the three for his life. He would only waste three drops of blood essence. Azul’s thoughts at this time were exactly the opposite of David’s.