Death Battle Reaction Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He tried to lighten the mood but failed miserably as she just stared at him confused. “I don’t have a choice at all really do I.” “Not really. Although you were willing to commit career suicide just a moment ago. I didn’t think you would actually go that far.” “That over a life imprisoned with you? Yes, I would go that far ten times out of ten.” She was blunt and not happy with the turn of events. “So what now?” “Well assuming you decide to go through with the marriage contract-” “You mean the Death Contract.” “Excuse me?” He was confused.

She’s thrashing and fighting him but he doesn’t seem phased at all, as if they are nothing more than irritating gnats. Beta Trevor pulls my father’s face to his. “Tell your mate to stop, or I’ll make her stop.” He says. “LeAnn…” My father gasps. “Put him down!” My mother screams and in an instant, my entire life changes. I watch in what feels like slow motion as Beta Trevor extends his claws and rips my father’s throat out, letting his body fall to the floor. Blood immediately begins pooling around his body and I can see that he’s dead. I stare at him until I hear my mother scream.

My wolf wanted revenge and today he was going to get it. Damon lunged at me and my wolf moved away from his fake maneuver at the last minute but he managed to swipe at my underbelly, creating deep wounds that started gushing blood immediately. Immediately, my wolf lunged at him, and before Damon could get away, I sunk my teeth into his neck and finished our battle with a twist of my jaw, breaking his neck. I felt him lose the strength to stand and I felt Damon slink to the ground, defeated and dead. Very dead.

Nalani's POV Rage ignited in my chest like a wildfire devouring dry tinder, scorching everything in its path as I watched the light fade from Zeph's eyes. That final, soft rattle of his breath echoed in my soul, a sound I'd carry forever… the death knell of the brother who'd been my anchor, my protector, my blood. The serum's fire paled in comparison to this inferno; it was primal, all-consuming, turning grief into a weapon sharper than any claw.

My heart nearly stopped beating. The black note trembled violently between my fingers as I stared at the three words written across the paper. THEY KILLED YOU. The room seemed to tilt around me. My mouth went dry. My pulse thundered inside my ears so loudly that it drowned out every other sound. Those words. That handwriting. That horrible feeling crawling beneath my skin. I had seen this before. Not in this life. In the other one. In the life that ended with a wolfbane dagger buried in my chest and my blood staining the healer's floor.

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

The stars above seemed to weep with me, and every breath was laced with the anguish of our loss. At that moment, I resolved to lead our remaining forces into the final assault on Deluna’s lair. A final, bloody reckoning to end her tyranny. Our love, our sorrow, and our rage would forge a path to justice. Even as I felt the weight of grief crushing me, the memory of Travis’s sacrifice became my rallying cry, a reminder that good and evil could no longer coexist without a price.

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.

"Good, you’re up. His death is on your hands. Happy now? You made me kill him. If you don’t want more people to die, stop this. You’ll never see him again." Lucas undressed her, his hands rough, his movements deliberate. She lay there, motionless, numb. He slapped her, his excitement growing as he hurt her. She didn’t react. She didn’t have to. Bella thoughts were with the life growing inside her. Damon got the news a week later. Lucas killed his contact. Threw his phone at the wall.