Fan Made Death Battle Novels & Stories

Fawn looked at her sister Norae and signalled at her to begin. Norae manifested her spear, released her wings and dashed at Garin in the blink of an eye without a moment's notice. She bodied him across the sand but he got a hold of himself pretty quickly. He released his wings and took to the sky, trading blows with the angel. A death duel to determine who would live for yet another day. While Garin and Norae battled up high, Fawn and Hannah prepared to battle down below. "When did you become so stubborn, Hannah?" Fawn asked angrily and made her sword appear in her hands.

And f*ck, that made me want to rip their eyes off! My attention went to the front as the organizer spoke, "And now, our long-awaited 'Death of Hell' is here for the upcoming Clan Battle. And his opponent is ‘Black Cat ', you can go right here Death of Hell,” In the gangster world, everyone has codenames. We can't just use our names, it will only ruin the people connected to us. But what did just the organizer said? Black Cat? That’s not my code name, and I was supposed to be the opponent of Death of Hell. But anyway, the organizer maybe did a mistake. When I was about to get up, all of a sudden Andy also stood up and walked towards the battle stage. I called her out, "F-ck! Andy, comeback he

The arena doors opened slowly ahead of them. Not the main entrance. Not from the camera side. From the side the fighters use. And then—he heard it. At first just scattered voices. Then a rising roar. Then something that wasn't just noise—but a name: "ICEBLUE FIST!" "ICEBLUE! ICEBLUE!" Something twisted in his gut. Not because of the name—he'd chosen it. Or rather, accepted that others had chosen it for him. But because of how it was said now. Not mockingly.

the voice taunted, each word draped in a mockery that made my skin crawl. I bristled at the words, unwilling to let the fear show, even as another shiver crawled its way down my spine. The darkness seemed to thicken, pressing in with a tangible force as I sought the source of that chilling voice. It was a game I refused to lose, yet the stakes felt impossibly high, the odds vast as shadows. "I fear nothing," I retorted, forcing more confidence into my words than I felt. "Now, show yourself." But the laughter persisted, echoing through the room in mocking waves. "We'll see about that, Luna of Death."

The battle raged on, the line between friend and foe blurred in the haze of combat. Beside me, Lucas, a hulking brute with brawn and agility, unleashed a powerful flurry of strikes, his massive form a whirlwind of fury. His towering presence struck fear into the hearts of our enemies, their blows bouncing off his formidable frame. Lena, a lithe and nimble warrior, darted through the chaos, her blades dancing with deadly precision. She expertly deflected enemy attacks, her movements a mesmerizing blend of elegance and lethal grace. Her agility was unmatched, and she swiftly neutralized any threat that dared cross her path.

My future playing out here in real-time and being decided for me without my consent. Dad fought with years of skill that showed through his transitions and swift moves. He just had to wear the Alpha down. Alpha Austin had seen no combat and had only received combat training. He had no experience in pacing himself and I was certain that would be to his disadvantage. As the fight wore on it was clear both men were getting tired and Alpha Austin was making bigger, more obvious mistakes. If there’s one thing my father had taught me it was that there are two kinds of fighters. The kind that let their anger fuel them and the kind that anger makes them sloppy. And it was clear dad was the first and

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

“Mm.” “Tomorrow, your husband will be back.” “He’s not my husband anymore.” “Right. Tomorrow that dead man will be alive again.” I picked up my phone and glanced at the calendar. Day fourteen. He’s supposed to be back.

The enemy has been slain. "The black envelope I gave to you was called a death note. There are three types of a cause of death that you will be encountered," he was saying that's while raising his three fingers. He looks cute with that so I had to hold back a smile for him not to notice it while looking at him. Difficult but manageable. I guess, "the first one is the fated death means the human is fated to be death by the time being, in the short game over." he bored explained that somehow I understand. "The next one is the accidental death meaning they are not supposed to die but they have to, in order to balance the human world." This time he makes a serious face. "While the last one was t

I mumbled bluntly and the two fates laughed at me. "Look sister, the mighty death in love, is more frightening than him in death mode," Morgan chuckled. I rolled my eyes and scowled at the pair. "How long do I have, can you at least give me that," I asked rudely. The two sisters looked at each other and turned to me.