Deltarune Battles Novels & Stories

I don’t savor it. I move. The battlefield becomes sound and motion shouts, howls, the wet crunch of impact. I fight beside Amelia, beside shewolves who glance at me with awe and terror and then follow my lead without question. A wolf lunges at my flank. I dodge and rake his belly open. Another comes from behind Amelia takes him down before he reaches me. Draven barrels through a cluster of enemies, black fury incarnate. Daemon fights like a shadow, in and out, never where they expect. Darius holds the line, refusing to give ground, protecting the shewolves behind him with his sheer presence.

I bent to the waist and bowed down to Alpha Douglas. When I lifted my head, my eyes connected with Alaric. We stared at each other intently, not wanting to blink or look away. No one wanted to give an inch. We only pulled our gazes away when Alpha Douglas spoke. “It is settled then. In three days, Alpha Leo of the Red Stone Pack and Luna Erin of the Black Water Pack will face each other in the battle arena. The rules of the battle stand - whoever kills his opponent will emerge the victor.” Alpha Douglas banged his gavel, telling everyone the matter had been decided.

Perhaps then none of this would be happening. As the sun began its descent, casting an orange glow across the horizon, as the battle I most feared began. The two Alphas locked eyes, their rivalry palpable. Dane was still looking to get his revenge on Elliot for all that he had done to me. He hated Elliot for having taken me away from him, and trying to claim me as his. Dane lunged forward, his movements swift and graceful, harnessing the moon’s power to enhance his agility. He struck with precision, his claws slashing through the air.

Raven whispered, silver fire erupting from her skin as she launched skyward, her claws burning brighter than ever. Selene’s serpents struck, her wings blotting out the stars. But Raven met her in midair, fire and shadow colliding in an explosion that shook the night. And below, Ragnar, Luca, and Thorne drove forward, their wolves and warriors surging with them, a tidal wave of fury against the endless dark. The battle for their world had truly begun.

After all he was the fourth strongest werewolf in the pack aside Father, Raegan and Damian. As a Zeta wolf, Rune was more of a strategist than a fighter so his strength was never truly known. But he was always beaten by Leon during training or barely won. Leon was a Delta warrior, the chief warrior and he’s always dominated over Rune. So Rune’s sudden strength as he held him down was what anyone would call astonishing. Flesh smacks against flesh and bone as Rune throws a punch to Leon’s face. His violet, magenta eyes glows intensely as he throws punch after punch as he growls out.

“I will never be yours again, Rune. Not in this life, not in the next.” The rogues snarled. Rune’s face twisted “Then you choose war.” The air snapped tight. Wolves braced, the first growl already breaking from the line. And just like that, the riverbank became a battlefield.

It was no wonder that Rider had been quiet for so long. He’d been training his warriors. He’d been collecting more. As August made his way across the battlefield, it was clear that his enemy had been working hard to prepare himself for this night. Everywhere the Alpha looked, he saw his Omegas fighting with Rider’s ferocious wolves. Blood, sweat, tufts of fur, claws, and fangs…. It was a vicious battle, one of the worst he’d ever seen, and August was afraid to see the aftermath.

Brodi backpedaled to avoid falling into the black chasm that opened up in front of him. Leif's head jerked up at the noise and the shaking of the ground. When he did, he met Brodi's glowing eyes over Astrid's shoulder. His eyes widened in fear as Brodi's howl tore through the air calling his brothers-in-arms. The men near the tree gave an earsplitting battle cry worthy of an entire tribe of berserkers and rushed across the heaving ground. Ulfhild and Asta took the opportunity to bound over the rift that had opened the earth. With a sudden, frantic twist, Leif turned to face the looming menace at his back. Astrid's hands were still over her head, her chanting barely audible over the melee, se

he taunted. Ryan didn’t answer. His wolf growled slowly, muscles flexing. Graves stepped between them, raising a hand. "The battle for Alpha will be fought until submission or death," he declared. I flinched. "Begin." Darius attacked first. The moment he lunged, Ryan moved fast, precise, dodging to the side and aiming for Darius’s ribs. But Darius was faster. His elbow snapped out, slamming into Ryan’s gut. Ryan grunted, staggering back.

The next day, the battlefield stretched out before us like a living thing—battalions arrayed, magic crackling on the air, the distant drums of war echoing like thunder within my very heart. Perched upon the back of my warhorse, I gazed out across the horizon, not simply viewing soldiers but the embodiment of hope and desperation. The foe advanced, a dark wave of snarling beasts and ruthless cutthroats at the lead of Rylan Thorn, his very presence a shadow across the land. The fight was intense and brief. Steel met steel; magic exploded in fire and flames. The ground trembled at the ferocity of the fight. I battled with Seraphina, her magic and my strength performing a deadly dance. Each stri