Death Battle Novels & Stories

Venessa’s eyes rolled back as her body went limp, collapsing to the floor. Blowing a pink bubble of gum, Delilah tilted her head with mock pity. “Sorry, darling. I’ll be taking back my place tonight.” She pouted, then smirked. “This is where your hell begins.” Behind her, Death stepped into the house like a shadow. He slung Venessa’s unconscious body over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. A golden entry pass slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground. Delilah picked it up, brushing imaginary dust off it before trailing after Death with a smirk.

There was a whiteboard hanging on the wall of our house. Written right across the center was a countdown to my end. [Estimated time until Freya's heart failure: 47 days.] Every morning, my mother meticulously wiped away yesterday’s number and wrote down the new one. It was like a countdown for a store clearance sale—precise, detached, and filled with quiet anticipation. My name is Freya Mason, and I’m twelve years old. I was born with a congenital heart defect. The specialists told my family that without a three-million-dollar surgery, I wouldn't survive another six months. My father, Daniel Mason, is worth over two billion dollars. Yet, he looked at my life and said, "Three million do

I don't kill, I immobilize. I was in the full battle mode now, and wolves were falling at my feet. I was ripping into the side of a gold-coloured wolf, I was distracted. Too distracted to see a rouge lunge at my right. The wolf knocked me to the floor and I growled as blood pooled from my side. The battle was drawing to a close, the rouges were retreating. The wolf tearing at my body was doing it out of spite. I struggled, made a last attempt to lunge and my teeth sunk into his throat. He thrust away from me and retreated, blood dripping from his coat. I sunk down as the pack began howling in victory, a soft smile working its way onto my lips

But deep within, he knew that the time had come for a final sacrifice. The Supreme God Destroyers, sensing the resurgence of their old foes, launched a preemptive strike. The clash of claws and fangs against steel echoed through the forest, mingling with the cries of the wounded and the roar of battle. It was a scene of chaos and fury, a maelstrom of violence where the line between life and death blurred.

"So what's it gonna be for you boys? Who is next?" They trembling in fear as they saw death with their own eyes , it was only a matter of time now when they join their Beta. For rebel was infamous for one thing and that was merciless killing, slaughtering as some may say. Instant death Smirking at them , she adjusts her cap and rotate the knife in her fingers. Let the fun begin.

In a daze, he watched the shorter walk off into the honey pool that was the sunset sky. From then on, Erin killed like there was no tomorrow, took all available quests, and battled every being on this game. After all, that's all he can really do. Kill after kill, the clock struck midnight, repeating all over again. Eleven days became ten, ten became eight, eight became one. To say he was fatigued would be an understatement, not forgetting it takes a toll on your mental sanity and wellbeing killing things that look just like people and animals. He's accumulated a total of 3.6 million Won, which is more than he'd usually earn in three weeks. He was that driven about it, he assumed. Uriel was o

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

Alpha Pharoah Kingtin sneered as if truly disgusted by the outcome of the game. “Then it means, Father, ‘Games of Fangs and Death’ is still easy. Try harder the next time so that no one can come out of it alive.” Princess Ameerah tried to calm herself. The Alpha Pharoah should not notice that she was extremely affected by his decision to kill Fiel Davidal.

He sighed in relief, but more notifications pilled up. [Beenedict has died!] [Rhino 10 has died!] [Rhino 5 has died!] [Rhino 4 has died!] The Gorilla was laughing as it threw punches enveloped in blue fire, the poor Rhino that was in front of it reduced to ashes in mere seconds. Beenedict was still melting by the acid that the Gorilla spit on him. [Rhino 7 has died!]

There was no news, no information about them, not from any person or even the internet. Oliver was relieved and believed that she died and that they won the game. But Thomas, he could never get rid of the fear that someday they would come back and get their revenge. And now here he was, in front of his warehouse, watching it burn to ash, and reading the note that was written with blood in the same way as 6 years ago. The effect it held on him was similar too. He stepped back but tripped and fell on the floor. He began longing for air and started coughing loudly.