Death Battle React Novels & Stories

“I’m thinking.” She arched a brow. “Same thing.” His lips twitched, but the amusement didn’t reach his eyes. “You don’t believe Zane is truly gone, do you?” Rhea’s grip tightened around the mug. “He didn’t die with regret. He died with vengeance in his eyes.” Kaelan nodded. That was what unsettled him the most. Zane hadn’t fought like a man with nothing left to lose. He had fought like someone who still had cards to play.

Tony smirks down at me, all powerless and pretty and blue and wonderful. “I think I’m going to stick with this one,” I say, pointing at my boyfriend with my thumb. “He’s better looking.” Death goes still for a moment. Just long enough for me to smirk at him. Chaos breaks free as the God of Death roars his rage, thrusting out a hand towards me and unleashing his power in an unending, roiling wave of black. I grit my teeth, throwing up what shield I can and grabbing Anton by his shirt, hauling him down behind my flimsy barrier just as the wave of raw power crashes down upon us.

Meredith wasn't sure if the Death Contract was enough to keep Brayden. What was she thinking? Keep Brayden? Meredith let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She needed this Death Contract for her family. But Brayden could leave her for Mizuki if he wanted to. Even though they both signed it to death do they part. Meredith wouldn't be able to fight Brayden in any kind of court for her life back. Even though Meredith couldn't understand why Brayden had chosen her over Mizuki she knew one thing. Mizuki had challenged her and she wasn't going to back down.

SLADE “Yes,” I said softly as I turned away from her “Each one of them death was like a crush to my soul,” the memories of my first Beta's death flooded my mind, and I gasped. I had to hold on to a chair to give me stamina. “That battle was brutal, each side had the same amount of force to crush each other. We were matched, sword by sword, spear by spear. It was like it was never going to end,” I said to her.

He died in his hands. "You killed him!" I roared at Delmar, whose sneer was getting wider. "You killed my only warrior!" I was fuming in anger that the smoke inside me blasted like a volcano. It made the ground shake and the enormous cave collapse. These wolves ran fast and scattered like ants, saving themselves from being buried alive. "You are going to pay for killing him, Delmar!" My power immersed as I began floating.

“If you rest, I’ll drag your soul back myself.” He didn’t answer. The battlefield roared around us. Witches screamed. Wolves died. Fire climbed the horizon where Aurelia and Damien clashed with Draco, their silhouettes like gods against the burning sky. I lifted Dalton, still bleeding, and howled to the warriors nearby. “MEDICS! NOW!” They carried him away. I stood over Bashar’s corpse, blood dripping from my claws, my heart pounding like war drums. “Draco,” I growled, turning toward the center of the battlefield. “I’m coming.”

She patiently await my response. This really is one hilarious and unprepared moment. Like how am I to explain she's returned from the legendary ansectral realm. How do I explain she died and is returned to life?. How also will she accept and react to such not every day and uncommon experience Will she freak?. Will she accept such?. Will she pass out?. What really will out turn her reaction?. I gulp tired. My fingers continually twitch and vibrate. This really is a tough decision. I desire not ruin her comeback mood.

“I’ve accepted it. Not much else I can do.” “But…have you looked into a cure? Magic? Anything?” It was always interesting, seeing how people react to death. Would they be the type to try and spur you to fight? Would they reach out and touch your hand, tell you that you are strong? Would they break down and cry that I was dying? Sometimes even I got angry responses. That had been both Finn and Noah’s go-to lately.

He said, way too exhausted, "Why didn't you?" I shook my head with a small smile, "I told you, I don't run away." "Then why you're not fighting me back?" I shook it again, "I would never fight you." His throat bobbed, "Then you will die." I sighed, "I am not scared of death," I took a few steps forward, "Believe me, this life hurts hell a lot more."

A thick, dark cloud of dust and steam rose from the smoking wound in its neck, leaving the street in a heavy, suffocating silence. [ALERT: TIER 2 MUTATED VARIANT SLAYED!] [CONGRATULATIONS, HOST EVA! SPECIAL COMBAT BONUS UNLOCKED. DISPATCHING WAVE COMPLETION EXP...] I stood in the street, my chest going up and down as I breathed in the cool morning air. My hands were shaking the hot adrenaline slowly leaving my muscles and leaving an ache behind.. I was alive. The giant monster lay dead at my feet and the surrounding crowd of infected had completely scattered into the dark alleys, scared by the death of their leader.