Deltarune Battles Novels & Stories

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.

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

Dutch laughs, and storms forward with his army following. A loud noise echoes into the night where the two armies collide, roars and screeches fills the air as everybody engage with the enemy. Dragons fly above breathing fire over the demon, leaving ash where they once stood. As Tessa rips out the throat of a rogue wolf. Dutch managed to convince a lot of shifters and other supernatural being to join his cause., she looks around trying to find Dutch, she sees him moving towards Landon and she shouts to Aurora and Luna. With a swift move the her body radiated an angry looking blue wave resembling fire toward Dutch, sending him through the air with his back hitting a tree.

They circled each other, their eyes locked in a deadly dance. "You are brave, little wolf," Draven taunted. "But bravery won't save you." Marinetta snarled. "We'll see about that." Their battle was fierce, each strike met with a counter. Marinetta's agility and determination matched Draven's raw power, and neither gave an inch. As they fought, the tide of the battle shifted around them, with neither side gaining a clear advantage. --- Meanwhile, Morgana faced off against Harley, her dark magic clashing with his werewolf strength. She summoned tendrils of shadow to bind him, but Harley's raw power allowed him to break free.

I struggled with all my might, kicking, twisting, but their grip was too strong. “Stop fighting it. I’ll go first.” He was already taking off his shirt and unbuckling his trousers when suddenly a stone flew through the air and hit one of them square in the back. “Get your hands off him or you face my wrath!” That voice… deep, furious, unmistakable. No way… WARIN!!!!!!

Meanwhile, Fredrick raises earth barricades around the shelter. A brutal battle erupts almost instantly. Kael’s wolf growls collide with the roars of the enemy Shifters. Ash stands beside a gap in the barricade, hurling water spears to stop the enemy’s advance. Fredrick keeps raising walls of earth to block them. I can only sit helplessly in the dark corner of the steel dome, cursing my fractured, badly swollen ankle. My silver baton trembles in my sweaty grip. Boom! Crash! A violent impact suddenly cracks one of Frederick’s earth walls.

It was as if the world itself sensed it: the storm the thunder had heralded was now swirling among them — three people who understood that the coming fight would be more than mere punches. Because Damian Cross was not just an opponent. He was the past, and if Kai stepped back into the ring, he’d pay not only with his body but with his soul. And the game was only just beginning. Afternoon sunlight slanted through the gym’s dusty windows. The fight in the ring started up again: Aria lunged, her left foot tapping the floor, then fired a quick, clean right at Kai. Kai tilted his head and grazed the blow, and instead of returning it with full force he landed a softer body shot — just enough to in

I looked at her; she was looking at Timothy, expressionless. “For the Betas, ladies and gentlemen,” Timothy said as he unrolled a piece of parchment. “Rune Carver of Red Moon versus Eric Voss of Iron Claw!” Murmurs ran through the ranks, Eric was tough, a scrapper from the Rockies, but I could handle him. My concentration stayed knife-edged, the stares being counted out in my head, then Timothy’s voice dropped an octave to command silence. “And for the Alphas, a battle to rock the arena: Aurelia Grey of Red Moon versus Solana Zarayel from Cincinnati!”

EASTON'S POV Today's battle was just a light simulation. Even so, I wouldn’t let it seem effortless. The training was intense. The fighters faced well-matched opponents and knew each other's strengths and weaknesses. Like Vincent, a Delta, now paired with Leo, a Beta. Neither was willing to back down; blood and sweat dripped from their bodies. No one could afford to let their guard down, or they'd find themselves on the ground, struck down without mercy.