Iron Man Death Battle Novels & Stories

“I want to see who will die first. Us all or only them. If you feel like this battle is outmatched, push the button.” I shifted and fought them. They were strong. They managed to dodge a lot of my attacks and didn’t bother to use their special ability. But I still fought as hard as I could. I waited for Adolphus to blow us up but he didn’t. So I had to go back and check. I realized he died from blood loss. To think he would be the first to perish. Seeing him dead, the black robed men panicked. Obviously, everything was done. Adolphus was dead, Ebony was too and the scheduled sacrifice too. If my calculations worked, there would be nothing to worry about in Phase 3. The main source of the ent

At least he was still able to witness such strength before he died. It was worth dying to see what he had been living for. Trek closed his eyes. "This can't be true. They were just fighting each other, and now, one of them is dying?" "Yeah. Trek Cayman must be prepared to die because he has realized he can't win Chase Collins. Looks like Chase Collins is more powerful than we thought." "That's right. I didn't expect the first fight to have so much bloodshed. Someone is actually going to die."

Tony smirks down at me, all powerless and pretty and blue and wonderful. “I think I’m going to stick with this one,” I say, pointing at my boyfriend with my thumb. “He’s better looking.” Death goes still for a moment. Just long enough for me to smirk at him. Chaos breaks free as the God of Death roars his rage, thrusting out a hand towards me and unleashing his power in an unending, roiling wave of black. I grit my teeth, throwing up what shield I can and grabbing Anton by his shirt, hauling him down behind my flimsy barrier just as the wave of raw power crashes down upon us.

A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience. There's no pulse. No breath. Her eyelashes rest against skin thats already turning pale. She's too still. It's not sleep. It's not unconsciousness. She's gone. I've seen thousands of people dead. Men killed on battlefields. Women burned in sanctuaries. Children thrown into plague pits like discarded clothes. Death doesn't interest me much anymore. This one does. I told myself to walk It's a practical.thought. If the blood doesn't work, the problem solves itself. If it takes hold, distance will keep judgment from clouding what needs to be done.

Thank you for being with Madison, Aleister, Mallory, Hunter, Farkas, Ahina, Roberto and everyone else! Battle of the Immortals officially signing off!

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

"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.

he says, and I struggle to understand how he could be so calm right now. Roddy fucking WAS the Flying Death to me. Everything we represent, stand for and protect. He was all of it. I feel cheated, robbed. Nowhere to direct the intense anger bubbling inside me. There’s only one thing that will satiate me, though it’s only ever temporary. The itch is never, ever fully scratched. I squat to the ground, rip my muscle shirt off and use the clean side to wipe the blood from my face. Missile and Buddy come in, I only know by their scents. I don’t look anywhere but at Dozer.

I gripped tight, but he slipped right through and fell. I watched helplessly as Brandon vanished from my sight, tumbling into the abyss. Not a sound from him. Brandon's death was not on me, but it happened right before my eyes. My brain short-circuited for a second before it hit me to call the cops. Maybe Brandon could still be saved? Revenge had crossed my mind, but I never wanted blood on my hands. I dialed 911, and the cops were on the move in no time. The rescue team found Brandon at the cliff's base, his head cracked open on a rock—dead on impact.

James narrows his eyes, fury burning in them as he stalks toward me. But I stay in place, my shoulders back and my chin held high. “You killed all of them?” he seethes I give him a shrug. “Maybe not all of them, but definitely killed Beta Dorian.” He rears back in surprise. His eyes roam over me and his lips set in a hard line as if he is trying to come to some conclusion about me. “Maybe you did, maybe didn’t,” he whispers, his eyes growing hard. “Why are you here, then?”