Death Battle React Novels & Stories

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

"What exactly do you want? Won't you be satisfied until you drive Celeste to her death?" The disappointment and disgust in his eyes pierced through me like a needle, numbing my heart. I watched as the three of them surrounded Celeste, gently comforting her. And I stood there like an outsider. No, I was a dead person about to exit the stage. Dad, Mom, you've been deceived by Celeste's innocent face for so many years. Do you really believe she's really dying? My throat felt terrible. I suddenly turned around and started coughing violently. The tissue in my hand was instantly stained with specks of blood.

They’re apprehensive after what I did with my dad’s bracelet, but they’re coming regardless. Coming to finish Alec off, and me along with him. And for what? Because we exist? I’ve never harmed anyone, and I’m sure Alec hasn’t either. Those kids in the dorms didn’t deserve what happened to them. Rage unlike any I’ve ever known floods me. It propels me forward with the gravitational force of a planet. I meet the first Silver Hunter head on, grabbing their arm and forcing them to drop their sword before I punch them in the gut.

It seemed like we needed to prepare for the worst, as I had a sinking feeling that this could be the end of the line for us all. "What happens once she's done summoning them?" I inquired, wanting to understand what we would face if the battle were to commence. "When you kill them, they don't stay dead. They resurrect and become even stronger than before," Rei concluded, her voice trembling as she took a seat, sweat glistening on her brow. "So, what's our plan?" Rei asked, her eyes reflecting her concern. I could sense that Rei was truly worried, a rare occurrence for her. "We stand and fight!" I declared firmly, meeting Rei's fearful gaze. It was a grim situation, but we had no choice but to

He would die, with probably no one to attend his funeral. As I approached my house's entrance- after a short ride- the feeling of each droplet of rain wetting my skin was like oil put into the fire. The muddy grass underneath lost its champing sound in the battle against the heavy rain. A ferocious battle between the clouds and the ground occurred. And, the victim was a groaning thunder strand.

Nova said, and Celia nodded, stopping when she remembered originally, their team was one of four. "What happened to the other lady? Did she get captured? I can make up a team real quick to-" "Thank you Celia but that won't be needed. She died saving us." Jonathan replied, and his voice sounded thick, as if he struggled not to let the tears out. Celia nodded, feeling a wave of sadness hit her. She was all too familiar with death, but even she knew it was a devastating blow, especially when it was someone she was use to seeing every day.

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.