Death Battle Reaction Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he responded angrily. He pushed me away, and I saw Alpha Killian approaching us. I saw the anger on his face when he saw Alpha Diego hurt me. And I was startled when I saw Alpha Diego shift into a giant wolf. “Diego!” I cried in front of him. I saw two of them fighting in front of me. I can’t help but panic at that moment. I don’t know what to do to stop them. Until I saw the bloody and lifeless body of Alpha Killian in front of me.

“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.

She wanted the way his laugh loosened the tightness in her chest she hadn’t known was there. Saying no to this wasn’t saying no to him. It still felt like a kind of betrayal in her ribs. She sank into the chair, the wood creaking softly, and let the darker possibilities crawl in around the edges. Better to name them than pretend they didn’t exist. *Kael dead* came first because, of course, it did. Dead in some nameless pass, blood soaking Nightfang’s snow, cut down by a cultist or an old enemy or sheer, stupid bad luck. Nightfang’s council delivering the news with gravity, Blackmoon’s hall filling with candlelight and whispers.

They had yet to feel the pain of being burned alive. "Bertha, this was your own choice." With that, I hung up. I felt nothing. When I went downstairs, I saw a group of people waiting there. The moment they saw me, tears sprang up in their eyes. The faces were familiar. They were the same people who, in my previous life, had burned me to death. Back then, they had stood there expressionlessly as they watched me scream in agony in the flames. This time, their faces were filled with gratitude.

He finally turns to look at me after he brushes off some hair from his arms. “You join the Flying Death because your heart is black. You become Reeve because you’re dead inside. You have no future with me Hazel. I’m not gonna drag you into my fucked up world, with my demons. When Mona comes, you’ll go with her,” he says, turning toward the entryway. I run after him and punch him right in the back. “I am NOT one of your Flys and you will not just fucking dismiss me when you’ve gotten what you wanted,” I shout, and hit him again.

“Nothing I can’t fix. I hoped the rumors would scare her home, but it seems I need to take it to the next level, you filthy wolf.” I could hear the disgust in his voice, and though I wanted to push up from the ground and fight him, I was pretty sure someone had broken my leg and some ribs. I hated that these might be my last moments. I wanted to be with Daphne. If I was going to die, it had to be by her side. I closed my eyes, ready to face the death that was about to come, but I never heard the gunshot. Instead, something shifted in the room—a cold, icy wind seemed to blow in, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Daphne’s father trembling, but he wasn’t looking at me anymore.

She laughed, a cold, mocking sound that echoed through the room, shattering the tense atmosphere. "Too late, Elliot," she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "Your precious Dawn is no more. Dead, just like the feeble hope you cling to." A surge of anger surged through Elliot, fueling his resolve. The loss of Dawn, his beloved sister, intensified the fire burning within him. He would not let Sasha's words break him. With a swift motion, he summoned his inner strength and lunged at Sasha, engaging her in a fierce battle.

Her skin turned a sickly shade of gray, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She let out a blood-curdling scream, the sound echoing off the walls as she collapsed to the ground. Her body convulsed, her limbs thrashing wildly as she fought against the inevitable. And then, it was over. Delilah's body went still, her eyes fixed on some point beyond the ceiling. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, as I realized that I had actually done it. I had killed Delilah.

I’m not sure how much more we can endure in this war; we’ve already suffered too much. As I sprinted with Lagartha, the rain began to fall, gradually dousing the flames around us. Still, I pressed on through the heat; lingering here would mean certain death. Felicity I couldn’t wrap my head around what the Luna had just accused me of. We had just lost alpha Dominic, and now she was trying to pin the blame on me. I stood up and rushed to where Drew lay. "Why isn’t he waking up?" I cried out in panic. "It seems witnessing his father's death took a toll on him," Anthony, his beta, replied. I watched helplessly as they carried my mate away.

“King Zayne! Preparing well enough for the day you die! I certainly hope so! I've written this letter, not for good news, at least for you. Due to unanimous vote, the date of the battle has been shifted to a week earlier, that means you have just six days. And the stakes involved have just been lifted. When you die soon enough at my hands, I take your human girlfriend and her sister as my slaves, until they are to be sacrificed. I can't wait! Hope you're just as excited as I am?” Oh no! I held the letter tightly in my hand, as I stood frozen to the spot in disbelief. Isn't fighting me to the death enough for him. Now he shifts the date and places Steph and Emily as part of the deal. “This is