Death Battle React Novels & Stories

She finally reaches the end as the sin starts to manifest and eats that respected darkness by letting her see it as the false scene where she is the one at hand and suffering. “DIE, DIE, DIE!” Slap with the word that brings forth nothing but the inexplicable rage into the world of greed. Chantal finds herself in the shoes of a person who had nothing and only witnessed the fault of a war. “You will all die!” Screaming the words that left her stun, but she needed to wake up and collect herself immediately, or else everything will turn into death and will deeply paint the ground with the dark blood of the dead. “War.”

They had yet to feel the pain of being burned alive. "Bertha, this was your own choice." With that, I hung up. I felt nothing. When I went downstairs, I saw a group of people waiting there. The moment they saw me, tears sprang up in their eyes. The faces were familiar. They were the same people who, in my previous life, had burned me to death. Back then, they had stood there expressionlessly as they watched me scream in agony in the flames. This time, their faces were filled with gratitude.

I stopped wanting to talk. Sometimes I'd stare out the window for hours, and other times I'd scroll through videos of myself playing a corpse. It was truly heartbreaking to watch. There was one scene, filmed during a hailstorm, where I lay on the ground in nothing but a thin shirt. The actors trampled all over me as they sprinted past. That pain had felt even more unbearable than the blood-borne infection currently eating away at me. I could still remember the jagged rock pressing into my back, but I hadn't dared to say a word.

It was a stark reminder of the depths of her betrayal and the lengths she was willing to go to achieve her twisted goals. The sight of that large sum of money fueled a surge of anger within me. It was a stark reminder of the cold, calculated nature of the individuals involved in this deadly game. They valued human life so little that they were willing to pay a small fortune to snuff it out without a second thought.

"I've done it! They're all dead. Hurry and accept my request!" I didn't reply. Instead, I took a few screenshots of our conversation and sent them to the group chat. The exhausted players' tempers exploded the moment they saw the screenshots. "I didn't expect Frank to be such a bastard. He actually killed all his teammates just to curry favor with Molly." "I guess his righteous demeanor had been a farce all along!" "Look, Hailey, Sasha, and Louis. Your good friend, Frank, killed all of his own teammates just to survive."

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.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

“Plus, why aren’t we training? Back in the days you couldn’t go a second without asking us to train.” “You have won all your fights.” “Not exactly, the biggest fight of them all, with the most dangerous, most powerful top one fighter in Umbra is yet to happen.” “I told you The Reaper is going to die,” Dale says, mixing a cup of instant coffee. “You don’t know that, you can’t just predict a fight that is yet to happen, this isn’t FIFA. I might actually end up the one dead.” “That won’t happen.” “But you…” “Dora, please,” Dale interrupts. “I will make The Reaper die, so let me enjoy a coffee that might actually be my last.”

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

The sky and ground were vibrating terribly. In the blink of an eye, red shadows of light rammed into the King of the Dead as an earth-shattering sound echoed. The King of the Dead floated into the air as if he was not injured. Darryl was shocked when he saw that and he started to panic. ‘Even the Blood Battle Eight Direction didn’t harm him. How can I fight him now?’ “That’s all you got?” the King of the Dead quirked a smile as he had a look of contempt on his cold face.