Death Battle Novels & Stories

But before he could touch the door knob, his body was already burning, devoured by flames and within a few seconds his body turned to ashes in front of the terrified men. “What the fuck is going on!?” The men looked at each other in shock and horror. “Shut up, boys!” Demetria snapped. “I will start counting now. 1…2…5…7…10. Start fighting, or I will burn you all to ashes! Begin now!” she commanded, her voice echoing around the room. The men have no choice but to face each other. The death game has just begun. Men are attacking and killing each other to death.

I watched the light go out of his eyes and knew he was dead before he hit the ground. Thirty seconds later, those same eyes opened again. They glowed green now instead of their original brown, and David stood up like nothing had happened. Then he turned around and started attacking the people who’d been fighting beside him just moments before. “Our dead are turning!” I roared over the noise of battle. “They’re bringing back everyone we lose!” It got worse from there, because every person we lost became another enemy we had to fight. Every small victory turned into defeat when the corpses climbed back to their feet with new masters controlling their movements.

He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot. Sofie delivered the final blow that crushed him. "Wake up! Your Luna is dead! You and your men were the ones who personally dug her body out of the trap! Have you forgotten?"

The final piece of the puzzle had just clicked into place for all of us. “This is worse than I thought,” I said, my mind racing. “A conflicted champion and a willing one. Layla is the unpredictable weapon, but Evelyn… Evelyn is the general. She is the true threat. She will lead the Death Goddess’s forces.” I looked up, meeting Cane’s gaze, the full weight of our reality crashing down on me. “We can’t wait. We have to stop this. Right now, as we speak, I know it. The Death Goddess is gathering her followers. Evelyn is mustering an army. They won’t wait for a formal declaration of war. They will strike at the heart. They will march on Bloodwood first. If my pack falls, the other packs will be

And the only reason she knew that was because she watched that animation. This, however, was different, when Toph attacks, her opponents are still alive after each hit, but not in this case. Several sharp edges of rocks were created, and bodies were actually hagging from them. It looked like Vlad the Impaler's front yard, but this was not the heads of his enemies it was the actual bodies. The ground absorbs the blood flowing out from their hanging bodies. Serena’s inside was quaking with fear as the understanding of his nickname “Death” took a whole different meaning. He was Death, and from the looks of the bodies impaled on those rock stakes, he earned it.

Balls And waves of red hot fire and golden flames flew like raindrops, knocking its target. The patrols fought for their lives, slashing and trusting their spears and swords to the enemies. Bong and Bato were fighting back to back a black wolf but suddenly the grasses on their feet grew and wrapped them. They helplessly cut the grasses but they just keep growing. Seizing the opportunity, the wolf lunged at the both of them and bit their head off. Bato's perfectly round and shiny head rolled on the ground and was squashed to pulp by a Reaper. Rila stared in horror at her friends. She picked a dagger from her hips and threw it on the plant Badblood. The dagger sunk perfectly on the forehead.

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.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

He hugged me tightly to him, careful to not touch my arms, “I thought you were gone.” “I’m here, Cal’s here.” I breathed, still watching Nate. The Delazar advanced on him again, but he was ready, he used his right arm and bent the earth to rise over the man and crush down upon him as if it swallowed him whole. I watched in horror as more people approached us and he took care of them all the same way. I closed my eyes and held back the urge to vomit. This was war, this is what war was like. The field was filled with dead bodies, Delazar and Knox combined. I looked for Jen and Jake among the fighters but couldn’t find them.