Deltarune Battles Novels & Stories

Then he threw himself at me. Once again, I dodged and dodged. It became almost like a dance. Jean would move forward and I would move back. Each miss he gave at me only seem to piss him off more. It wasn't helping that the two auburn males behind watching was giving him hell. "Ah shit. You gonna let that little bitch show you up?" They both mocked. "Wait until the camp hears how you got your ass beat by this little girl!" After about ten tries, Jean had had enough. He stopped and lowered himself down and began to shake. I knew well enough that he was preparing to shift. Though I have sparred against wolves, I usually had some form of weapon.

Damien's guerilla forces had become comfortable and relaxed often, underestimating the fighting prowess of the northern pack. But suddenly Dax appeared out nowhere, his strength restored by Selene's antidote, his ran hands through his long hair downing his silver helmet ready for battle. He approached the blue lake and sounded the cry. The battlefield erupted into chaos as the pack clashed with Damien's forces. Flying arrows filled the air with the clanging of swords and shields. Dax led the infantry and charged towards Damien's men lynching every single warrior that came his way.. He fought with the ferocity of a true Alpha, he was furious and was ready to die in battle if the need be.

He spun around theatrically, holding the crowd of timid townspeople in the palm of his hand, “For her mate - her chosen one is Rocco Valence! Or as you know him, the orphan of the last whore to get her throat slit on these cobbles.” The crowd mumbled and whispered together, checking the perimeter I saw Selene’s blonde sisters hovering nearest to the cage. Adam, the one from the photographs was nowhere to be seen, I’d rather know where that sneaky fucker was before it all kicks off. Wicknace then suddenly threw the axe at us with a strength that was surprising considering his fat, ancient age. As we separated to avoid the spinning blade the three of them shifted. Jimmy and Julien were huge, w

Damaria "Today, we resume the games! for the starting match, we have the Legend herself, our undefeated Queen! Our Greatest Mage with an astounding amount of mana since her birth! Damaria Beatrice Revoltoir!" The so-called announcer said I went out to the arena and I looked towards Father and of course, he looks cold and distant as usual. I went to the middle of the Arena to wait for my opponent.

The training field has gone silent. My uncle rolls away from me, and pushes himself to his feet, brushing the dirt from his clothes as I slowly rise. He lets out a laugh, but it sounds just a little too forced. "Well..." he says, rubbing the centre of his chest. "I suppose Bloodmoon's reputation is well deserved." "I wonder how you'd fare against me," Delta Arthur challenges, a glint in his eyes. I grin. "No time like the present to find out." He grins back, striding forwards into our sparring circle.

"Why me?" I look at the guards as Beta Luca pulls me to my feet. "You're to join the other candidates at the Luna Battle. Alpha Prime Darius has requested that you attend after your submission made the finals." My body stills as I’m shocked by their words. I never expected to be chosen. I feel Alpha Draven's eyes on me, and I know his anger is rising because of this. He can't refuse, he can't go against Alpha Prime Darius's orders, but he has the power to announce that I am already bitten and claimed by him.

Then, without warning, Cade let out a fierce roar, signaling the start of the battle. Cade and his warriors surged forward, their movements swift and deadly. Kevin was the first to engage, his powerful fists connecting with a Skyclaw warrior's jaw, sending him sprawling. Gaia, agile and precise, danced through the fray, her strikes landing with lethal accuracy. Elara and Alex fought side by side, their teamwork impeccable as they took down opponent after opponent. Lukas and Ragnar, true to their roles as the muscle, waded into the thick of the fight, their sheer strength overwhelming the enemy.

Light reflected off the rain. The battle intensified. The flaming wolves leapt into the blackest pockets, leaving trails of glowing embers. Delilah struck down wave after wave of darkness. Amanok deflected a dark spear that crashed at her feet. Beka flung herself into the battle, slots of energy punching through shadow. Maxwell and Farrell wrestled demonic creatures with Razor-Light blades. Diana’s spells forced a retreat. The battle turned, but it was tenuous. Time slowed. Queen Delilah’s voice shook, tears in her silver eyes. “Mercy, gods. Mercy.”

Arfak suggested with his usual cleverness. Ba’reel sunk his claws into the Delta’s feet and growled a long, low growl which was becoming progressively louder. Arfak smiled. “Why don’t you fight me now, then? Come on, Ba’reel, challenge me!” the silver coated Delta jeered. Ba’reel barked angrily, threatening him as the Omegas gathered to watch.

Rowan could not help but believe that, as long as she stayed away from the battle, she was betraying her people and her friend, who she watched rush across the Citadel toward the massive onslaught. The vast majority of the fight was now taking place on the ground inside and outside the Citadel walls. The death toll on both sides was consistently rising. Among the Ravennites, Delmar was the most powerful warrior on the field. He proved his mettle a thousand times over in this fight alone as he unhesitantly slayed his foes with nearly every motion that he made. Unfortunately, it was not going to be enough and he knew it. He fought desperately to defend his fellow Ravennites from harm. Eventual