Hazbin Hotel React To Death Battle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My heart nearly stopped beating. The black note trembled violently between my fingers as I stared at the three words written across the paper. THEY KILLED YOU. The room seemed to tilt around me. My mouth went dry. My pulse thundered inside my ears so loudly that it drowned out every other sound. Those words. That handwriting. That horrible feeling crawling beneath my skin. I had seen this before. Not in this life. In the other one. In the life that ended with a wolfbane dagger buried in my chest and my blood staining the healer's floor.

"You're breaking the curse. Rejecting its influence. But there's one final test. One last fear to face." Everything went black. Then I was standing in a graveyard. Two headstones in front of me. One said Lucian Castellan. The other said Hailey Castellan. "This is what waits at the end," Helena whispered. "Death. For you. For everyone you love. No matter how hard you fight, no matter how many enemies you defeat, death comes for us all." "I know. I've never been afraid of dying." "Haven't you? Then why fight so hard? Why struggle against me? Why risk everything on a ritual that might kill you?"

He finally turns to look at me after he brushes off some hair from his arms. “You join the Flying Death because your heart is black. You become Reeve because you’re dead inside. You have no future with me Hazel. I’m not gonna drag you into my fucked up world, with my demons. When Mona comes, you’ll go with her,” he says, turning toward the entryway. I run after him and punch him right in the back. “I am NOT one of your Flys and you will not just fucking dismiss me when you’ve gotten what you wanted,” I shout, and hit him again.

He pulled away and giggled, then he rubbed an icy finger over her lips, "You remind me of my Zoey?" Hazel's eyes shot open, "Zoey! As in Zander's sister Zoey?" Dimitri shook his head. "So you're the vampire that killed her, you bastard!" Hazel started to throw punches. As soon as her fist met the vampire's face, her wrist shattered. "Motherfucker!" She screamed out.

He extends a hand, pulling the blonde one up with ease. “And that’s why he’s my beta,” the white-haired one says with a wry smile. “Z is a fricking beast.” Z. They walk out of frame and the vision fractures. I see flashes now. The day my parents died. Zach. Maven. And me—playing under sunlight. Wolves howling. A call to war. Screams. Chains. Blood. So much blood. A voice whispers through the chaos: “It’s time. Go to him.”

He saw me as nothing but an obstacle to his true love, desperate to be free of me. His friends immediately offered suggestions. Until one proposed an idea that had everyone eagerly anticipating the outcome. "I've got the perfect plan—Travis, you fake your death at the wedding. We'll livestream it and watch her break down completely, crying her eyes out!" After saying this, the person seemed to realize they'd gone too far and stopped talking.

"Look around. There are over 300 people on this set. How many shifts do you think you'd have to pull as a corpse just to pay for all that?" Mom and Dad were stunned by Gilbert's attitude toward me, their eyes flaring with indignation. But I kept my smile in place. "Not just coffee. Lunch is on me, too." With that, I shrugged off Gilbert's contempt and turned to Priscilla. "Can we make that happen?" Without a word, she pulled out her phone and made a quick call. Not long after, the coffee and catering arrived. Gilbert and the rest of the crew stood there, their jaws on the floor. After all, just two days ago, I'd been face-down in the dirt playing a corpse—the absolute lowest rung on the prod

"There's more. She was tortured before she died. The killer used silver blades to sever her limbs while she was still alive and stopped her from shifting to escape. We also found traces of dark ritual magic. Her wolf spirit was forcibly ripped apart." Everyone in the room gasped. "Fucking monster," someone snarled. "That poor girl must have suffered so much..." Ethan's fist slammed down on the table. "I'm going to find whoever did this and make them pay." Lucian squeezed his shoulder. "You've been working yourself to the bone. But you might have to miss Maia's birthday this time." Lucian was Ethan's mentor and my father Julian's best friend. After our parents, Julian and Aurora, died, he'd l

That will threaten their control over our community. I cannot allow this; I will not allow this. “Hector!” Kit roars out at me, pulling a male to the ground that was coming for me from behind. Just like Jaxon, he kills him instantly…pulling his heart out. I guess they can’t grow back a new heart or a new head. Both deaths were just as final as the other. I remain as close to the door as I can, while a fight was happening out here…what kind of fight

Her voice was quiet through the rain and eyebrows furrowed so deeply that they created a dent between the two. "Reniella De Vega and Deshawn Cervantes. Don't worry, I'm just checking in," Death replied. From the time written on his watch, it was New Year's Eve that Deshawn Cervantes was supposed to die. Deshawn, though soaked from the rain, looked very much alive. "We're fine," Reniella cut in sharply. Death nodded his head slowly and the gold sheen of life that exuviated from Deshawn was clear even through the darkness. It was a bright aura that stuck to his body and stretched out before melting against Reniella's ambiance.