Death Battle Novels & Stories

They went to their battle stations around the fortress, ready to meet the enemies. Whoosh! Darryl could not afford to think about that. He discharged his internal energy and propelled himself into the sky. He gazed into the distance and saw millions of Death Army slowly advancing toward them. "Let's see how powerful the Death Army is!" Darryl spoke coldly, and then he waved the Heavenly Halberd. A ray of blood-red colored light condensed right away. "Blood Battle Eight Directions!" Darryl roared as he pointed the Heavenly Halberd at the Death Army! Buzz!

“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.

'You've seen more fights than almost any other human I've met, but you still have a bad habit of overestimating yourself. Zach blasted forward towards Death, lifting the large body off the ground as he collided with him. Death hit the stone wall but wasn't knocked down. Zach sent two thin blades of wind that sliced the matted ground as they traveled. Death blocked the blades with his arms. Death started running towards Zach who began launching blade after blade of wind. He avoided most and blocked the ones he couldn't. Right as he was about to grab Zach a strong gust blew the two of them apart. Zach now had his back to the stone wall, meanwhile, Death was standing in the center of the arena.

Meredith wasn't sure if the Death Contract was enough to keep Brayden. What was she thinking? Keep Brayden? Meredith let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She needed this Death Contract for her family. But Brayden could leave her for Mizuki if he wanted to. Even though they both signed it to death do they part. Meredith wouldn't be able to fight Brayden in any kind of court for her life back. Even though Meredith couldn't understand why Brayden had chosen her over Mizuki she knew one thing. Mizuki had challenged her and she wasn't going to back down.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.

That night, Belinda tossed and turned in her bed. Despite the open window and cool breeze blowing in, she was sweating, the nightdress she'd borrowed from Shoba clinging to her form. An unconscious frown twisted her features, her lips trembling as her teeth chattered. In her sleep, her mind was even more turbulent. The vision from that afternoon replayed in her dream, even more vivid now. She finally understood that the death she'd seen had been a devastating war, and that the blood was that of the various lives that it had taken. Chaos signified the destruction that was left behind. The dirty streets were littered with corpses left to rut. Those still alive fled on foot, leaving behind thei

“It’s not time.” My fists clenched around the hilt of my sword, the frustration mounting. A beast lunged, and I ducked, driving my dagger deep into its throat. My death magic pulsed through the blade instinctively, blackening the creature’s veins as it disintegrated into ash. The battlefield was chaos. Patrick, Diane, Paris, Faery and White fought tirelessly alongside us, but even they were slowing. Jason’s warriors were falling one by one, their vampire strength no match for the endless waves of ferals. It felt like we were fighting a losing war.

Moving to present time: They say that life isn't fair, but as far as Rhychard was concerned death was even more unfair. The worst part, at least for him, was that unfairness seemed to have filled his life as of late. First, death swallowed his beloved Renny and those at Harvest Fellowship who didn't make it out before the gargoyles ripped them apart or who were left behind as the church imploded. Then, death claimed many of the residents of the Bottoms the night they faced off against Bertram Leary. In his sleep, he heard the screaming of the dying during the battle at Feather Lakes, humans, elves, and gargoyles alike. He snorted a small burst of laughter. What a name for the history books—T

It vowed to destroy him at any cost. The serpent’s massive tail clashed relentlessly against Adrian’s powerful fists. Neither side showed any intention of relenting. Both were driven by an unwavering determination to crush the other. Boom! Boom! Boom! The entire area trembled as the clash reached a fever pitch. Renee watched from the sidelines, her heart filled with hope that Adrian would emerge victorious. In Death Valley, survival was reserved for those at the Fusion Stage or above. For anyone weaker, encountering such a catastrophic situation meant inevitable death. Renee knew she stood no chance against the serpent. Therefore, she could only place her hope on Adrian.