Death Battle Reaction Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Thing that caused Death Compiler to rage. "What escaped? How did she escape? And why did she do that? I thought she wanted to die so she committed suicide and broke my list! Now she merged with the others? Humans are so demented! " In her anger the whole room really shook as if things will not last long from the very strong presence of the Death Compiler.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

"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.

🦪 🦪 LAZARUS 🦪 I walk into my room and slam the door shut. Sitting on my bed, I cover my face with my palms. She doesn’t get it, that if The Reaper, the top 1 fighter, A.K.A her father’s killer, dies… I die with him. Happily ever after is just delulu straight out of a film trick; it cannot happen for real. It takes a while to calm my thumping heart; this is karma getting back at me in the worst way possible for what I did.

Her brow furrowed, a faint tremor running through her arm before it connected with my stomach with crushing force. “You’re fighting it, my love,” I choked out, a bloody smile touching my lips. “I see you. Don’t give up. You can do this.” The Death Goddess, sensing Layla’s brief moment of resistance, roared with furious impatience. “Silence, mortal! You distract my vessel!” Her blows intensified, a relentless torrent of pain. Layla’s hands became blurs, battering my chest, my face, my abdomen. I coughed, spitting blood, my knees threatening to buckle, but I kept my eyes on hers, clinging to that faint glimpse of my mate.

I spat at him while I shook with anger this time and that made him snicker. “Do you mean the alpha Damon that I shot about ten times and watched him bleed to his death? Sweet Jenny, your alpha Damon is dead. Stop being so delusional and accept it. No one is coming to save you” he said as he ran his forefinger down the side of my face again and I shook his finger off my face before I glared at him while breathing shakily. “You son of a bitch! I’m going to kill you myself if he is really dead so don’t think you have won, this is not the end” I screamed at him with all the anger in me and all he did was laugh. That only made me angrier.

"Tell me, how many of those Alphas actually died in battle, and how many just... Killed and called it an accident?You are not a loyal combat wolf!” His fist hit my face, I fall to the ground, but I laugh even as my cheeks sting me. "You bastard! That is why I hated your father!” Darren roars, coming towards me. "I watched my Alphas die in my arms! I held them as they bled out during the wars! I was always the last face they see before they die! While you – you're nothing but a spoiled pup that bribed his way to his post!” Darren is raging and punching everything around him

Death put his arms to his side, and slowly approached Zach. 'He's right about the change. Hundreds of years of stagnation, broken up by human advancements I would have never thought possible.' Death threw a right straight, copying Zach, who managed to mostly dodge it. Unlike the one he threw, this punch was far stronger and cut the right side of his face. He responded by stepping in and sending a right high kick to Death's chin. Death caught the kick but didn't stop him from using his left leg to kick him in the stomach, sending Death back a few inches.

We kill him, who he is doesn't matter Dahlia, what we are fighting for does! With that I snapped out of my reverie. Pulling from his harsh lock on me I turned my head, sliding my canines deep within his throat. A gurgle whimper was there before silence. My head thrashing back and forth roughly when the large weight of what I had been feeling just disappeared. Looking down, his body lay lifeless. Opening my jaw a chunk of fur, skin, and blood fell from me. It happened so fast, faster that I thought it would as I realized that I had just killed Christopher, the Beta, my ex mate.

that the whole pack had been celebrating minutes ago was a corpse, a puppet that had been driven for three full days. The pack erupted. Every broadcast channel exploded simultaneously. Rage came through the screens in walls of text. My mother heard the forensic specialist's declaration and let out a sound that didn't belong to a rational creature. "You're lying. She was fighting in that arena just now." "She is the perfect warrior I built with my own two hands. She is the thing that was supposed to turn my life around." "You're the killers. You killed my daughter." She lunged at the specialist with both hands, dark red nails raking at their face.