Death Battle React Novels & Stories

I watched the light go out of his eyes and knew he was dead before he hit the ground. Thirty seconds later, those same eyes opened again. They glowed green now instead of their original brown, and David stood up like nothing had happened. Then he turned around and started attacking the people who’d been fighting beside him just moments before. “Our dead are turning!” I roared over the noise of battle. “They’re bringing back everyone we lose!” It got worse from there, because every person we lost became another enemy we had to fight. Every small victory turned into defeat when the corpses climbed back to their feet with new masters controlling their movements.

Denzel, Jason, and Ronald trudged through the forest, their footsteps heavy with exhaustion. They had just emerged from a grueling battle, and the adrenaline was starting to wear off.Denzel anger and frustration could be seen on his face, he couldn't believe the fact that he hadn't been able to kill Reid.That man escaped again; I know him; I know he'll come back again for his revenge, Denzel said, throwing the stick he had picked up from the ground.We'll be ready for him when he comes, Ronald said with his voice firm and confident.And when he comes, Jason added we'll make sure he doesn't see the next Dawn.Denzel nodded; the words from his companions had given him courage.We need to be carefu

I jumped to my feet like a little excited child, giddy to give his mother interesting news. As I was about to walk out, Caleb rushed into the room, excitement all over his face. “What is it? Why do you look so excited?” “It’s the Beta.” He replied, swallowing. “Yeah, what about him?” “He—he’s dead. Just a few minutes ago, he died from his injuries.” I paused, falling onto the chair behind me. “Are you okay?” Caleb asked, perhaps shocked by my reaction. Shocked that I wasn’t dancing around. “Theodore, are you okay?”

The memory answers before she can stop it. Her back against the concrete pillar. The dead closing in. One hand pressed to her bleeding arm. The bag gone. Dex gone. No rescue. No miracle. Just her, laughing once because of course this was how it ended, because if she had known betrayal came with this much paperwork she would have asked for a receipt. She had still tried to get up. Even then. Especially then. “That’s a flattering way to say I died stubborn.” It was a statistically significant death. A laugh escapes her before she can catch it. Small. Ugly. Almost nothing.

I hear Ace scream out, rushing to the side of the ring, as close as he can get to me. "I'm sorry, Ace. I'll miss you." I say, shifting my gaze from him to my opponent, who was sure to deliver my death. And for the first time in years, I felt content with my decision. I should've died that night, not Rylee. It was about time I cashed in my cheque. "NO! SIENNA, DON'T!" Ace screams. But it's too late. Deathstroke wastes no time at all to run at me. But instead of blocking his attempt, I stand there motionless.

As I looked at their faces, I suddenly wondered how they had reacted to my death in my past life. It must have been drastically different from this reaction because then many of them had wanted me gone for good. The thought almost watered down the feeling of victory in my chest, but I pushed it away. We are here right now, celebrating victory because of our joint effort, and that is all that matters. As I got closer, the air became thick with the metallic scent of blood and the aftermath of violence. I looked around at the faces of our warriors, and I could now see the mix of relief in their expressions.

And the only reason she knew that was because she watched that animation. This, however, was different, when Toph attacks, her opponents are still alive after each hit, but not in this case. Several sharp edges of rocks were created, and bodies were actually hagging from them. It looked like Vlad the Impaler's front yard, but this was not the heads of his enemies it was the actual bodies. The ground absorbs the blood flowing out from their hanging bodies. Serena’s inside was quaking with fear as the understanding of his nickname “Death” took a whole different meaning. He was Death, and from the looks of the bodies impaled on those rock stakes, he earned it.

In the third year of my disappearance, Xavier Gardner has transformed into a powerful capitalistic mogul whose influence runs deep in the finance industry. At the celebratory party, he goes down on one knee and proposes to his first love, Nancy Lowe. "Back when my company was on the verge of bankruptcy, you were the one who sold all of your properties and assets just to help me tide over the crisis. Today, I want you to become the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me, Nancy?" Amid everyone's blessings, Nancy puts on the ring while feeling extremely touched. "Mr. Gardner, it was said that your ex-wife, Victoria Zahn, had stolen all of your funds and fled with her sugar daddy whe

Then, she announced her 30-day reverse-aging challenge all over again. A cold dread coiled inside me because my death had happened precisely 30 days after she moved into the villa. I created a throwaway account and left a comment under the sea of mocking messages. "There's no way you can do that in 30 days. Do you have another method? Tell me, and you can charge me however much you want." Mirabelle plastered a smile on her face, leisurely patting those skincare products onto her face. "I don't have any other method. I merely do whatever Mrs. Pembroke does. It'll work if you truly believe in it!"

Harvey still did not manage to see me in the end. Grandma said, "I've made a promise to Maddie. She told me she never wanted to see you again." Harvey did not lose it when he was stripped of his glory, but he snapped at that moment. He looked at the garden pavilion, where my body lay, and tried to barge over. This time, everyone but Joshua rushed over and pinned him down. Harvey yelled, "You aren't actually dead, are you, Maddison? You must've still been alive! I didn't ask you to die! How could you… How dare you die!"