Iron Man Death Battle Novels & Stories

I told him and he shook his head. "Be nice babe," Miguel stated and I told him of course I'd be. I picked up Rai and set him on my lap as he watched me curiously. I felt an interesting feeling of being drained when I held him but, unlike a normal person I could refill whatever life force he took from me being the son of a God. I glanced at Miguel and knew with him being Life he wouldn't have sensed it. "You're not a nice boy," the child stated with accusing eyes. I chuckled and said,"I am Death, little one and am nice to those I chose to be." Rai blinked rapidly and fussed a bit before pulling off the tiara on his head and laying down against my chest.

I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile. "But we have to see it. Please let us see it," another gamma pleaded. I had already anticipated their doubts, so I had hired warriors to kill him and throw him off a cliff so they couldn't find his body. But I was prepared. I got up from my seat and clapped my hands. Two warriors walked in, carrying Bruno's casket. The gammas gasped as they placed the casket in the middle of the room and opened it for them to see. But I asked them not to touch it because it was a fake body I had made.

I glared at her with an icy stare. Her grip on my arm loosened, her hand trembling as she let go. "You have no idea what Travis meant to me! I can't live without him. I'm the one who truly loves him most in this world." Elaine's expression suddenly turned vicious, like a snake preparing to strike. "Ha! Travis never forgets a grudge. When he finds out you faked your death and fooled him all this time, he'll destroy you!"

Killian roared, the sound of his voice vibrating in the small chamber even without his Alpha resonance. ​He didn't wait for a tactical plan or a signal from me. He lunged at Vane with the primal speed of a hunter, but the Iron King wasn't as fragile as his elderly frame suggested. Vane moved with a mechanical, jerky speed that shouldn't have been possible for a human in a Dead Zone, dodging Killian’s strike with an unnatural fluidity. Before Killian could reset his stance, Vane drove a concealed, high-voltage taser into the Alpha’s side. The blue sparks arched across Killian's skin, and he collapsed to the grass, his muscles spasming in uncontrollable agony.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

My poor baby was dead. "Too late how?" I needed a reason. "I'm sorry." "What do you mean by you're sorry?" I was angry all over again. "He's fucking dead. You killed him-" Boom. There was a gunshot. The creepy old man feel before me and screams filled the store. People began running for their lives. I didn't. I almost had nothing to look forward to if I saved this life. In the midst of chaos, I stood there with the dried tears on my face. I picked Lane up and began moving to the door. Ree was nowhere to be found so I walked to the door myself. I was almost at the door when I heard a very familiar name.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

“The devil himself popped out, himself. Greetings my Good Man!” “Too bad you won't be going anywhere to let anyone know,” I said, as I pulled up my pistol and fired right at him. “Dante died that night! Dante you should have just stayed dead!” he roared, ducking behind cover. “Is that what you wanted?” I snarled, moving forward. “Not a chance.” The battle was a riot of noise and motion. My men fought with his own on the deck, their boots against metal producing sounds across the water and bodies plummeting to the floor. The bomb exploded from two sides of the boat and shattered it in an uproar of splinters.

“He was going to come so we’d talk about this rumor and secretly find out who’s behind it. Beta Logan can’t just die that way. I refuse to believe he’s really dead! I would not believe it until I saw his body with my two very eyes!” Alpha Williams angrily approached the guards, yelling. “So where’s the body?” Before anyone could respond, Gamma Thane burst into the throne room. He was disheveled, his face tight with raw stress. His eyes, wide, bloodshot, and frantic, swept the room, taking in nothing. He didn’t do the traditional bow, but the protocol was the least thing on anybody’s mind. Alpha Williams abruptly abandoned the guards and walked over to Gamma Thane instead. His hands shook as

Ivan dared not believe that he was so useless when he died. In his mind, he had always been good at fighting, and he was even better than Dwayne Johnson as well as John Cena. The truth was, he could not even hold a machete firmly. A machete was slightly heavy. If one was not well-trained, it would be a little difficult to slash someone with a machete. Ivan died because he overestimated himself. As soon as the “commander” died, the remaining people became slightly anxious and flustered.