Death Battle Reaction Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

After handing them over to their mothers, loud howls met my ears, and I watched as Beta Alexander threw Lucas’ dead body against four intruders. They went quiet at the sight of their dead leader. Then they attempted to escape, but my soldiers attacked them before they could run. Gamma Patrick fell to the ground, his skin pale with loss of blood, his body shaking uncontrollably. I shifted into my human form and circled his body. As I passed his hands, I crushed his fingers under my foot. He cried out. “Fucking bastard,” I said. “How dare you touch my mate!” I punched his pathetic face.

Losing her must have hurt him. "Shit," I whisper as I reread the last sentence again. She died protecting Benji. One of Alpha's Hughs bombs killed Darcy. Fin's mate is dead... What do I say to that? I have never dealt with anything like this. How is he expected to react? The door opens again, and I am met with familiar brown eyes. "Hey, " Fin says as he slips into the room and shuts the door. "Hey. You are already here," I say as I try to hide the fact I was just reading his message.

Arthur's POV I hesitated at the warrior's words but then I agreed. “Fine but you better make it quick.” We walked outside and then the warrior began to speak. “Gamma you're not going to believe me when I tell you this but the Beta is dead.” I froze up immediately, “What do you mean? Zaria is clearly alive.” “When we were at the battle front, I was trying to find a leeway so I hid somewhere and found the Beta get stabbed by some woman who I'm guessing is a witch.”

Jamie recoiled away from him when he tried moving toward her. "My name is Jamie." She spat. Even while she cried her voice was sizzling. She was angry. "You-I-I'm so sorry." He whispered and looked down at the wood flooring. "My mom..." Jamie trailed off. "She died. In his attack." The guy lifted his head and glared into Diesel. He went rigid beside me. Jamie froze too. She slowly turned toward him with disbelief in her eyes. "You killed my mom?" She choked. Diesel pulled me the rest of the way behind him and lifted his hands in defense. I peeked around him.

I yelled as I hit my fist on his chest, he flew across and fell to the hard ground. I looked down to find Death. I was wrong. It wasn't Chris who held me, it was that man I had a lot of hate in my heart for . “You devil!!.” I yelled as the earth I stood on began to shake. I was consumed with fire, my eyes were burning literally , I ran towards Death. “You killed him!!.” I yelled as I launched at him, I wasn't going to spare him, if he couldn’t die I am going to hurt him.

He lay motionless, his face frozen, blood pouring from everywhere. A raw, guttural roar tore from my throat, a sound filled with grief and rage. Dylan, my friend, my family, was gone. His lifeless form lay in front of me, his sacrifice a stark reminder of the cost of this war. I shifted back, falling to my knees beside him, the weight of loss crushing me even as rage burned brighter within me.

and regret. Regret that it had to end like this. That our once beautiful friendship and relationship had devolved this much, and this was where we were. It truly was sad. His body shuddered one last time, and he stopped moving. He was dead. I sat back on my haunches and rubbed at my chest, a weird feeling unfurling in my stomach. If I was thinking Damon was gone, the attack would be over. I was sorely mistaken. His death seemed to aggravate them as they pushed back harder than ever.

But all that poured from him was blood—hot and thick—each failed attempt carving deeper into my soul until the world around us faded, and all I could see was the darkness threatening to consume him. “Come on! Wake up, wake the fuck up!” I screamed, my voice cracking as desperation clawed at my throat. I pressed down harder, my fingers digging into his chest, my tears mingling with the blood that soaked my hands. The weight of realization crashed over me like a tidal wave—I had lost him. My first death, as they called it, and the deadness inside me felt insurmountable. Long after I’d declared him gone, I kept my hands there, longing for a sign, anything that could pull him back from the abyss

Within me, my wolf howled with such pride to see him finally win a battle against the one who always belittled him, to see his alpha no longer bow down and follow an unjust authoritative leader. “I’ll see you in Hell,” Emrys whispered so lowly that I hardly even heard my mate speak at all and I watched as he bent down, and using his very own hands, he broke his father's neck and it was real. Kyrell was dead. Silence followed as not one of us moved, blinked, or made any type of sound…

His roar turned to a gurgle, his eyes wide with shock as I bit down harder, tearing free with a spray of blood. His heart landed on the ground with a sickening thud. I spat it out, panting, blood dripping from my lips as I glared down at his collapsing body. “You deserved worse than death,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “But this will do.” The battlefield was silent. Every warrior, ally or enemy, stared in stunned horror as the great Alpha fell. I didn’t care. My legs nearly gave out as I staggered back to where Damian lay. The world dimmed around me, muffled voices blurring into nothing. All I saw was him—still, pale, far too cold.