Fan Made Death Battle Novels & Stories

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

"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.

There were still many people cheering wildly around. This victory was hard-won as well as unexpected. At the last moment, the Ten Shadowy Totems displayed by him were magnificent and formidable like a divine god, which got all the warriors' blood pumping and their bodies burning like flames. They were too thrilled because everyone knew that this battle had a great impact on the Human Clan. Zhang Fan's victory meant that as long as they won one more Life-and-Death Arena in the next two, the Human Clan could win this battle because of two out of three match rule.

He hated warriors from third-grade worlds and wanted to kill all of them. Fane sighed before he said calmly, "So, both of you are around evenly matched." In the end, Fane made the most important conclusion. No matter how fiercely they were fighting, it was just temporary. They knew that they needed to work together to pass the Seven Deaths Array no matter what.

“You’ve grown soft, Garrick. This war is not won with kindness. It’s won with fear. Order. Blood.” “I’ve seen enough blood,” James said coldly. “Then you better get used to seeing more.” Draven walked past them and out of the room. James stood there, fists trembling at his side. He had a choice to make. And time was running out.

And there it was. The slap. The spit in my face. She was taunting me. Mocking me with her new ring, that stupid dress, that smug little smirk like I hadn’t touched every inch of her less than twenty hours ago. She wanted a game? Fine. We’d play. But she forgot one thing, I never lose. Ever. We stared at each other in silence. Not like strangers. Rather like ex-lovers at war. I tried to keep my breathing steady. To remember who she was now. My father’s wife. That should have been enough to make me walk away.

As if in cue, some warriors walked up from a part of the valley towards us. "Say hello to the most refined warriors you'd ever fight with!!. Be prepared to die by their claws!!" Rowan boasted, taking bold steps towards Zane. "A fight it is?" Zane asked almost in a whisper. " Attack!!!" And so we fought. My last fight for my powers, my pack, my place in the sand of time. It was unexpectedly short, and in no time Rowan's warriors were on the ground, dead. All of them, not even a survivor.

"What a joke. Stronger and more numerous than the rest, yet still can't secure a win." Emily watched the skirmish, seething with rage, her chest rising and falling with each furious breath. Every time her forces met the Temple of War, they seemed like nothing more than a ragtag bunch. Left with no choice, she stepped into the fray, targeting Death Reaper, their mightiest. "I'll be going now, sir!" Death Reaper's face twisted with resolve, his energy surging wildly, ready to detonate himself. The disparity in power was too vast, he would not survive a direct hit.

They walked closely and slowly until they reached the pyre, "Be free my love, fly away until the plains of victory! Became a bird as you always wanted to be!" They lit the pyre together, relying on each other strength, seeing the flames and feeling the blaze until it was unbearable, they stood aside, watching until the flames consumed the shrouded body and became ash, then Alexa reaches for the center, "Andrew's death was caused by an arrow in a cowards move, under the protection of the white flag! We will avenge him, everyone is ready to engage the enemy we will march or they will come to us!" Then she turned to Elia, "If you want you don't need to be a part of this, I could use your help,

Within a blink of an eye, the vampire leader had the beta by the throat choking him. The other two vampires were already on the gamma pouncing on him. There was no one to help the others and they could not even send a mind link to the warriors outside. Within minutes half the furniture in the packhouse was broken in half. The battle inside was brutal, the beta and gamma could hold their own as they were of the higher ranks and were more skilled in battle.