Death Battle Next Novels & Stories

He was here to die. Putting his heavy short sword back in his inventory, Zen stretched and mentally prepared his mental state for the cold and calculated battle without victory. Dying wasn’t something new to him. With every death he faced, virtually or otherwise, Zen was starting to see it as a means to an end instead. It was a slightly disturbing thought, but this was a legitimate means of victory for a gamer in the long run. His past self had to die for his future self’s success. Pushing open the heavy doors, Zen felt his legs starting to quake. The fear of death did not diminish completely, even after seeing so many deaths. At least that part of him remained human, and Zen thanked the cat

"I was trying to pretend and make it seem like it was just some miscreants, so you don't worry too much, but you don't seem to understand the situation. Leone's consigliere was killed two weeks ago. One of their warehouses was attacked and it was barely salvaged. Their meetings were wiretapped until Leone finally found it. Someone is after both of us. We were enemies before, but now we have a common enemy." I looked down to my hand, my body shaking lightly. I hated the situation. I hated that I knew I would have to give in. I hated that I knew there was no way out for me. "You are wise," Dad said simply, tapping my shoulder. "Do not let me or your mother down." I closed my eyes at the mentio

“Dad you can tell me. I won’t say anything.” “I know sweetheart and I appreciate you waiting until it was just us.” He says calm but a troubled look on his face. “Training is going well, not as young as I once was but your old man can still get after it.” He pauses briefly but continues, “Mia, you know we met Austin and I to discuss the terms of the fight. I’ll be honest with you I think he doesn’t want to go through with it but what’s done is done and he challenged me in public. The terms we came to were one must get the other to submit or to the death. Seeing as I am a Beta and he is now an Alpha that really only leaves the one option.”

Bang. A bullet pierced my skull in midair. [Seventh loop over. Player has died.]

Damn it! @Death Wish

“Plus, why aren’t we training? Back in the days you couldn’t go a second without asking us to train.” “You have won all your fights.” “Not exactly, the biggest fight of them all, with the most dangerous, most powerful top one fighter in Umbra is yet to happen.” “I told you The Reaper is going to die,” Dale says, mixing a cup of instant coffee. “You don’t know that, you can’t just predict a fight that is yet to happen, this isn’t FIFA. I might actually end up the one dead.” “That won’t happen.” “But you…” “Dora, please,” Dale interrupts. “I will make The Reaper die, so let me enjoy a coffee that might actually be my last.”

I know that won't be a good feeling for Nyx, but she's strong, she can ignore that pressure. The second team follows techniques instead of blatantly running forward and attacking. Also the team has some old and expert warriors, who have battled in more bloodthirsty battles. The green field is now filled with numerous screams, whimpers, howls and deaths, a normal person won't be able to handle that sight. "For the second team, Death 18, Injured : 52. Opponent team, Death : 112, Injured : 98. We are in the lead," the Counter reports when the second round of the battle is finished.

But the moment he turns a round he realizes about Peace and War. “Go.” Peace said. “I---” “Just go motherf*cker.” Death said walk towards them. “Go now or you’ll see him again alive.” He said that made Blood gulp. “Death.” Peace said warn Death smiling. “I’m just saying.” Death said, pouting as he walked towards War stroller and got him. “Damn it.” Blood said and walked outside to his car. DEVREN IS SHOUTING WHILE CRYING AT his mom’s grave under the tree, Krane and Nighel couldn’t even calm him down. His fist is bleeding because he keeps on punching the ground while kneeling and cursing his evil dad.

I countered. Dax reached out, his hand covering mine on the workbench. His touch was the only thing that felt real in a world that was rapidly becoming a hall of mirrors. "We hit Florida tomorrow. Thorne's old contacts the Southern Death Dealers they run the coastal roads. It's going to be a gauntlet."