Death Battle Reaction Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

“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.

Alpha screams in anguish, his cries echoing throughout the room. “You devil,” he roars. “How dare you murder my beloved daughter?” Alpha lunged at me, his face red with rage. “You have no right to kill Elena. I’m going to kill you.” He attacks me. I smirk. I can’t wait to have a proper fight with him. I dodge his attacks with ease, reveling in the fight's thrill. He’s strong, but I can tell I’m much more powerful. I know with one swift blow, I can end this battle. He believes I am still the same girl he wanted to murder back then. I laugh at his naivety. I keep avoiding his attacks, and he becomes more furious than before.

“Do it then. You already poisoned me, so killing me wouldn’t make a difference.” A blush covers her cheeks, but it's not out of embarrassment—it's anger or rage. Why the f-ck is she angry? I’m the one who’s supposed to be boiling. And yet, all I feel is the cut of her betrayal in a place I thought was long dead with my parents. “You’re ready for death, aren’t you?” "I was born ready for death. I had my resurrection in death, and to death, I shall return. Isn't that poetic?"

I said as I moved to sit up more as I no longer was feeling the aftereffects due to the fact that I was being fueled by anger and disbelief that he wasn’t willing to take her back. “I will kill him when I get my hands on him for what he did to her, but she rejected me and there is no bond between her and I anymore.” Beta Shawn tells me, and I began to chuckle, before I say, “You’re a little to late for that I already killed him myself for what he did to her and you.” “The rogue Beta is dead?” Alpha Chance asks me and I shake my head yes and he says, “Then that’s one down and one to go.” And I knew at that moment that Damon had escaped their invasion and I felt a bit of relief knowing that he

’ I yelled back. Suddenly I noticed Angel turn to leave, “ANGEL!” I yelled. He turned around with a scowl on his face. Everyone began to quiet down. “I challenge you in a battle. A battle where only one of us ends up dead! I want revenge for the murder of my Mother. After you physically, mentally, and verbally abused her for months, you took her life before Alpha Connor got a chance to question her. You…will pay for what you did to her!” I gritted my teeth. The crowd gasped. You could hear them murmur with shock and disgust on their faces.

The more the man struggled, the stronger she felt. Kill him! “Help!” The man managed to blurt out before Annabel shut his breath. He could only gasp for air now. He raped the little girl! Her strength came from her hate; her hatred for what the priest had done to her, what her body had become; her hatred for the priest and every other person like him in the world. Soon, the struggling stopped. The man fell to the floor, dead. When Annabel opened her eyes, they were glowing, the same eerie light that she had seen in the sculpture’s eyes.

If only she could ask Ryley then at least he would have been alive. "Wake up Vivian... Wake up please" With constantly raining eyes she beat her fist on his chest above his but to no avail. The truth was that he was dead. And they have to accept it. The girls kept crying over the loss of a friend who was a good friend and a loyal mate. They were too ripped by the unfortunate loss that they forgot that the battle between Zalreth and Ryley was still going on. He threw Ryley across some trees every time he attempted to throw the dagger to his chest. The bastard was so clever and fast that every time it neared him he just vanished from the spot hence making it fall on the ground.