Novel & Cerita Fairy Tail Watches Death Battle

I gritted out as I clapped back my hands to extinguish the flame of my spirit energy. Hands up in the air in surrender, my intervening sibs quietly stepped back. They joined my parents and watched the finest Dragon Warrior of the Diamond Heart Pack consume the Alpha Wolf of the Water Moon Pack in his roaring flames. “You have one last chance to call this off, nerd,” Kai taunted. “Coz in the next twenty seconds, this battle is not going to last,” he added.

"If you don't trust me, just ask Fenwick. Luna Maeve personally gave him the knife." The surrounding wolves started murmuring among themselves, criticizing me for resorting to knives and other weapons to make threats. They condemned me for showing none of the grace as expected of a Luna. That was when the pack's healer, Cinder Ashwalker, stepped forward. His pitch-black pupils locked onto Tala and Fenwick with an intense stare. "Are you sure Luna Maeve handed you the knife and threatened you yesterday? Judging by her body's rotting condition, she died well before Spring Hunt Caravan even began."

"Kael, you killed your own baby with your bare hands…You will never be able to atone for this in your entire life! You will die alone, and you will meet a terrible end! Kael, I curse you! May you never get what you desire in this lifetime! You will face retribution, and pay the price!" Kael's eyes suddenly widened. An overwhelming fear sprouted from his heart amidst her relentless curses, rapidly spreading to his limbs and bones. He turned around slowly. His face, twisted by a mixture of anger and fear, suddenly broke into a bizarre smile. "No. I have already paid the price."

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

Gold tears spill into its basin. War snarls. “Strike now. While she’s looking up, not at us.” Death smiles faintly. “Strike at what, precisely?” “Her. Him. The wound.” “Which first?” Death asks. It isn’t a question. It’s a dare. They look at me because I am the one meant to say Do it. I don’t. I watch the wound. Something moves behind it. My knowledge of stars and thrones has no name for that movement.

I gritted out as I clapped back my hands to extinguish the flame of my spirit energy. Hands up in the air in surrender, my intervening sibs quietly stepped back. They joined my parents and watched the finest Dragon Warrior of the Diamond Heart Pack consume the Alpha Wolf of the Water Moon Pack in his roaring flames. “You have one last chance to call this off, nerd,” Kai taunted. “Coz in the next twenty seconds, this battle is not going to last,” he added.

How did the wind blow it over when it was so heavy? Soon, my consciousness began to fade, and my eyelids grew heavier. I slowly collapsed into the pool of blood, my heartbeat slowing as time passed. I could feel my vitality slipping away. Before I died, I managed to dial a number, and I heard the sound of the door unlocking from the fingerprint lock. I assumed it was Harvey, but my eyelids no longer could stay open, fluttering shut eventually. But at my very last moment, I heard a phone ringing—and it was gradually closing in.

"You can't just hoard fated mates like they're shiny new toys!" "You're not a toy," he murmured. His heavy gaze dropped to my lips before slowly flickering back up to my eyes. "And I don't share." "Then what are you going to do?" I challenged, tilting my chin up to feign confidence. "I'll fight him," he answered without a single second of hesitation. "And I'll fight the pack elders, I'll fight the Moon Goddess herself if I have to." I scoffed, completely unfazed by his empty threat. "Oh, yeah? Then fight everyone. Let's see how long you last."

He said while wearing a devilish smirk in his face. "I am Kael Black. The right hand of the Dark Queen, the person who. Will. Kill. You." He introduces himself as if he is proud that he is Black, and no one can beat him. "Well then Kael, nice to f*****g meet you" I said with a smile I pushed Ate to the side and made an Air shield to protect her then raised my hand and shouted, "DEATH ENCHANTS!" When the light disappeared from my body, I turned my sword and positioned myself to attack. "I'm Death." As soon as I said that, I immediately rushed at him and he obviously didn't expect that because he was stunned so I took advantage of that and swung my sword at his stomach so he came back to reali

I felt unworthy of love, even from someone as caring as Rei. "Someone is attempting to summon the spirits of the dead," Rei finally revealed as I turned to face her. "Spirits of the dead?" I queried, my confusion evident. "Yes, she's trying to conjure the spirits of deceased werewolf soldiers from all over the world," Rei elaborated. I hadn't anticipated the gravity of this battle. It seemed like we needed to prepare for the worst, as I had a sinking feeling that this could be the end of the line for us all.