Death Battle Novels & Stories

Death says I pout rolling my eyes, "I don't want to go to hell," "Of course you do," he says wrapping his arms around my shoulders before waving to Mika and snapping us back to the Ocean. "Aw look at them," Hera gushes I elbow Death while he's off guard and he immediately lets go of me leaning against the wall, "That was unnecessary," "You do not need to hug me," I reply, although I slightly miss the warmth he provided me "Yeah, okay, let's pretend like you didn't like it," He replies with the rise of an eyebrow

Meanwhile HYDRA backed off to DALMA castle and assigned a general commander for the forces the commander is his right hand DOGO a berserk dwarf he was the commander of the dwarf army and he tried to lead a revolution against the royal family but he failed so he was banned he joined HYDRA in IRAM. DOGO leaded the forces in the valley this battle called after that : the valley of the death battle. After 3 days DOOM was already turned around he gives the signal, AHMET gives the first signal to ANGY to began ,she killed with her unit all the archers hided in the both sides, RAD with his 10.000 entered the valley and they were face to face with the enemy forces. RA

Clara said and sniffed in. " The death Battalion who felt they have cheated death where able to break into the human realm and wants them dead, we tried to protect our friends and now the death Battalion are after us all and wants us all dead, the Death Battalion are immortals and can't be killed." Clara said. " What about the Cyrix sword can't you use it against them since it kills immortals." Elsa said.

And he was grinning so broadly and when he pulled her into his arm, I turned my face away. "The first game to begin after the music is combat. It's the toughest and someone would be unconscious," "Dead?" He shot me a look. "I am sure you are aware of the difference between those words?" "But you said combat till death?" "Fallacy. Don't believe all you hear. Now that you're working with us, you will know the pros and cons," "I'd love to know now,"

"Your reign of terror ends here." The clash of steel reverberated through the night as the battle ensued. Alpha Caleb's soldiers fought with unwavering determination, their movements swift and precise. Each blow struck against the undead horde that Selena commanded was a testament to their unwavering loyalty and the indomitable spirit of the pack. Selena, fueled by her dark powers, unleashed wave after wave of dark energy, attempting to break through the lines of defense. But Alpha Caleb, his senses heightened, anticipated her every move. With each attack, he countered, his claws and fangs tearing through the darkness.

He's so close I can smell his shampoo, see the color in his lips. I step closer, reaching out to him. It's like I'm being propelled by a force greater than myself. His fingers wind around mine, and it's a perfect fit. Like we've been holding hands this whole time. All these days. All these years. "We will have to fight them, though." His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me against his chest. "It's only a matter of time before we have to face them." "Who?" "The Silver Hunters." His fingers run through my hair. “They’ve attacked Hawthorn before.”

Avery says. “Battle death? What does that mean?” I ask, looking down at my mate. Her heart rate is good and she’s breathing normally, so I hope she’s just exhausted from whatever spell she did. But I’m going to have my mom look her over anyway when we get back. I wipe the hair out of her face so I can see my sweet mate, the death fighter. “Those spells that hit you were death spells. They move throughout your body slowly killing you until you die. Your mate literally fought death to save you,” Amir says.

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

“Silas will die on this field. And your pups will be mine.” I lifted the blade and pointed it at his heart. “Then I will burn every piece of your cursed existence until there is nothing left for you to claim.” He inhaled, and the mist screamed in response. “So be it.” The fog collapsed, slamming into the ground like a storm. The battlefield vanished. Only him and me... two curses given flesh. Draco lifted his hand. “Duel to the death.” I raised mine. “Gladly.” And the world shattered into war.