Fairy Tail Watches Death Battle Novels & Stories

Death! Its as if the touched of death imprinted his soul. Marked him that he is next in line of its prey to devour. That tells him to ready himself for the battle he might not win. Soon the fae's body shines brightly in the most beautiful intricate designs that lined its whole appearance. The lines that starts from its forehead through out his arms and its upperbody like a diamonds been drawn perfectly. Its eyes has the contrast of gold and diamond. Very complex yet mesmerising. A draft of perfection. An art of death.

The glow in those eyes were growing brighter, and Annabel had this uncomfortable thought somewhere in her mind that if the sculpture got too angry, it could explode, killing her. “No.” Her voice was weaker this time. Still, she could not bring herself to killing a man that had done nothing to him. You just have to think it. What? Think it. Wish him dead. Make it happen. The voice snaked all the way into her mind, caressing it. Slowly, she was getting overpowered by whatever it was the statue was doing to her. She could not fight something that could speak in her mind, something that could, perhaps, control her mind.

"You next in line? Even if I didn't get married, which I am, you still couldn't beat War. He'll always be better than you." Death's eyes narrowed and his attacks elevated to a fiercer level. Ribbons of red decorated Dagon's arms and even his neck as Death's energy swirled around them. "War doesn't even care about the soul. He doesn't see the benefit of taking all that power, but I do. You're weaker than me, you will give in." Holly forced herself away from the fight and rushed to Eros's side lifting his head. "Eros? Are you there?"

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

“But you don’t understand, do you? This isn’t a battle you can win.” “Watch me,” I shot back, attacking again. She laughed, blocking my strikes with ease. Her movements were fluid, almost inhuman, and her strength far surpassed mine. But I refused to back down. As we fought, I noticed the glowing sphere in her hands—the object from my vision. Its light pulsed rhythmically, each beat sending waves of power through the air. “You’re too late,” she said, her smile widening. “The veil will fall, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

The death match was held on neutral territory between the two pack lands, a clearing that had witnessed countless challenges over the centuries. Hundreds of wolves gathered from both packs and beyond, all eager to witness the fight that would either end Dante's obsession or destroy Kyra's world. Kyra stood with Kai and Zara at the Nightrider section, her hand pressed to the mating mark on her neck as if she could send strength to Ryker through it. Kade was back at pack territory with trusted guards, protected from seeing his father fight to the death.

demon:- don't offer us, tell me what happen, what happen to the maid and master, why they have deadly looks on their face, according to my math, there are only 5 teams left after the first match, first is our team. second is your team third is maid and master fourth is the wizard team fifth is the crab and shark team. I was fighting with the wizard so one of you has to fight the second match with the maid and master, it is you or the crab or the shark?

Moving to present time: They say that life isn't fair, but as far as Rhychard was concerned death was even more unfair. The worst part, at least for him, was that unfairness seemed to have filled his life as of late. First, death swallowed his beloved Renny and those at Harvest Fellowship who didn't make it out before the gargoyles ripped them apart or who were left behind as the church imploded. Then, death claimed many of the residents of the Bottoms the night they faced off against Bertram Leary. In his sleep, he heard the screaming of the dying during the battle at Feather Lakes, humans, elves, and gargoyles alike. He snorted a small burst of laughter. What a name for the history books—T

Power bursts forth from each seal until it sails off and searches for its masters. As soon as the power clears, my sisters appear before me. Each one is wearing angelic armor that is similar to mine. The armor covers them from head to toe. Their helmets have angelic wings molded on the sides and half-masks shaped like a dove's face. The only thing you can see is their glowing eyes and the bottom half of their faces. However, I don’t need to see their faces to know what their human exteriors look like. I know that War has hone-colored eyes, Death has scarlet-colored hair, and Pestilence’s eyes are two different colors.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m