Deltarune Battles Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The wind whips through my fur, my senses attune to every nuance of the battlefield. In this fleeting moment, time seems to stand still. My gaze locks with Beta Arlo's, and then, in an explosion of power and fury, the battle is joined. Claws clash with steel, and fangs gnash against unyielding armour. The battlefield becomes a maelstrom of violence and chaos, a dance of life and death. The soldiers fight with unwavering determination, their resolve unbreakable.

Flames erupt from my hands, a roaring inferno sweeping the hall, charring assassins as they scramble. One lunges at me, dagger raised, I dodge, countering with a kinetic blast that shatters his ribs, sending him flying into a stalactite with a crunch. The battle's a blur: Zane's acrobatics, flipping over a warrior, stabbing mid-air; Kaelen's brute force, beheading an elite with a spinning slash; Ardyn's spells weaving barriers, deflecting arrows that ping off like rain. Screams echo, Guild members rallying, but their post-orgy haze slows them. A female assassin hurls poisoned darts; I deflect with a shield rune, then Zane pounces, slitting her throat in a spray.

“Didn’t want to.” Alpha Tristan drew his sword. Pearl mirrored him—tiny fist glowing. Luis spoke her name and shadows bent away. Dante chuckled. “Ah. Your army… lovely.” He lunged—fast as death. Tristan met him first, steel clashing. Sparks flew. Steel sang. I unleashed a pulse of wind to sweep Dante’s robes back, exposing his rune scars. He snarled. I advanced, claws ready, voice tight. “This ends now.” He circled. “Has your rage become your soul?”

Jon bellowed somewhere ahead. Zarek surged forward to obey, cutting down three beasts with brutal efficiency. Rune and Lioren fought back to back, a deadly dance they had long perfected. The Gate of Fire shrieked in defiance, its defenders throwing everything they had to hold the line. But Veyra was unstoppable. A scream pierced the roar of battle—sharp, raw, and horribly familiar. Veyra whirled around, heart lurching. Rune. He staggered, a dark stain blooming across his side where a corrupted wolf's talons had torn through his armor.