Death Battle Novels & Stories

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

His voice was getting frantic. Duke was not moving; his eyes were shut and his skin glistened with the first drops of rain that had come with the rumbling sky. “Duke!” Tim screamed. He had felt the panic in Jason’s voice and young as he was, he understood what that meant. Jack stood by the side, tears glimmering in his eyes. It seemed the boy had already given up on life before it started. “He is dead, is he not?” he asked.

It’s not just that I’ve manifested the power of my family’s crest on day one. I saw a corpse. Someone catastrophically important will die during the next Mortal Verse games and Solantis will go to war.

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.

until world destruction. The Final Duel Rages Damien’s combat blade clashed sharply against Natalia’s lethal strikes, sparks flying as steel met steel, deadly and unforgiving. "You’re too late," she hissed, twisting sharply, her dark smile widening. "The world burns... whether you live or die.” A Battle Against Time Vanessa’s sniper rifle barked sharply, dropping two advancing guards as combat drones emerged, locking on fast. Gunfire erupted, lighting up the steel-plated platform as Kyle’s trembling fingers typed frantically, fighting to shut down the missile control interface.

One of a young man dying, and the other of a girl being saved. A crinkle under my pillow draws my attention, and I groan, annoyed. This is the second one and I am getting sick of it. I wonder if Haley is also getting them or if they are after me. I pull out the familiar light brown paper and unfold it. My body goes rigid as I read and reread the words written in black ink. HARD TO PROTECT HER WHEN SHE ISN’T ON PACK LANDS. IF SHE DIES HER BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS JUST LIKE CALEB’S.

Musky smell of soil hit my nostrils and filled my soul as I awaited my death. it was only then when I took account of my surroundings. I was in the middle of a muddy highway. Tall, gigantesque trees stood neatly by the side of the road. They stood there like ghosts. they looked like lost wandering spirit of nature. I could hear footsteps from distance, I could hear the cries and the laughter of those men. I could taste the danger in the air. I could already see the future. I could feel my death. Alas! my death was lurking within just a couple of feets away from me and I couldn't do anything about it. I was manacled and I had to accept my death.

We might have escaped death by a hairbreadth from Diana Ritchell, but we will still die from the Elder! The second-in-command released a deep howl full of fear and resignation, for they had utterly lost against the newly awakened beta girl, who had spared them yet pushed them to another pit of misery.

was a copy of me with my memories and my thought patterns, he was still a separate entity. If he were just an NPC generated by the game, then after getting blown up, he should reset and respawn in the next loop. But what if, in this death-loop game, he was an actual independent life form? What if he were someone like me, another player bound by the same rules? I rolled out of bed, rushed into the living room, and grabbed my phone from the corner. The whole process of my last death was recorded clearly on it. I watched myself die. Because gasoline vapor was actually more flammable than liquid gas, he actually died before I did. And then, after he died, I was burned alive by the gasoline.

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