Novel & Cerita Death Battle Reaction Fanfiction

We might have escaped death by a hairbreadth from Diana Ritchell, but we will still die from the Elder! The second-in-command released a deep howl full of fear and resignation, for they had utterly lost against the newly awakened beta girl, who had spared them yet pushed them to another pit of misery.

“The one I was facing is the only one left alive, and he didn’t see what was going on between you and the one you were fighting, Lyra.” “It was Kaely,” she says quietly. I look at her. “The one I was fighting was Kaely,” she says. She’s staring at the chasm, at the place where he disappeared. I try to imagine what she must be thinking right now, how she must be feeling. I know how she loathed him. But at the same time, they had their alpha bond. What’s it like when the person you’re bonded to is killed? Milo asks the question I can’t find words for. “Do you feel any different?”

I’m seriously reconsidering his role as beta I know it’s something he has trained his entire life for but he is not displaying beta traits I would expect to see in my future beta. The boys are going tic for tac and seems a fairly even match for the first fifteen minutes. It’s a clean match and I am not worried until Colton stops mid fight and looks at me and mindlinks me “this ends now so does chase he doesn’t deserve you” Before I can respond Colton flips chase over so chase is sitting on the floor he takes his head in both hands and snaps his neck then drops chases lifeless body like a sack of potatoes. I run straight over to chase but his eyes are blankly staring ahead I feel for a pulse

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. “I’m coming.”

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.

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…

She has not mentioned the cold or the blood on her hands or the fact that she watched three men die on the gravel an hour ago and did not flinch. "Serafina." She looks up at me. Her eyes are sharp and steady, and I see in them the same thing I saw when she read the authorization code aloud in the courtyard. Not fear. Not anger. The particular clarity of a woman who has decided what the next sentence of her life will say and is waiting for the world to catch up.

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.

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.