Fan Made Death Battle Novels & Stories

What I meant is, my mum and I live together in the servant quarters of the Smith family. And if you are guessing, then yes, my mum and I work as maids in the Smith mansion. Two years ago that wasn't the story. My dad was a flight lieutenant in the Ghana Air Force, a very prestigious one, with a lot of decorations. He went for peacekeeping and never returned. He was then pronounced dead after a year of searching and that was when everything went downhill.

Maureen sighed, "So you speak?... Wow, that's nice to know." "You only speak when it's about Cecilia" She spat her name with venom. "DON'T EVER MENTION HER NAME AGAIN!!!! Do you hear me?!!..." He started panicking yet Maureen kept on with her tease. "Oh does it bring up old memories? Mmh? I'd love to help you bring up old memories so we can finally deal with it!." "I know you loved your wife Cecilia but she's dead! DEAD!! And let the dead bury themselves." She stood up and paced about in fury.

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.”

The two locked eyes, and in that moment, the air crackled with the intensity of their mutual hatred. "You think you can avenge them?" Fen sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can undo the past?" Wilson’s response was a roar of defiance as he lunged at Fen, their clash sending shockwaves through the battlefield. The fight was brutal and unyielding, each blow fueled by a lifetime of pain and vengeance. Fen was no ordinary foe. His power was immense, and despite Wilson’s skill and determination, the battle began to turn against him. With a swift, devastating blow, Fen struck Wilson down, his body crumpling to the ground.