Lets Watch Death Battle Novels & Stories

If only all this did not happen then it was not the grim reaper who was with me but Dad. Yet, I still can’t help but close my eyes every time I see shadows of death in the various people our vehicle passes by. “What are we doing here?” I asked. Wondering why all the place in Plamour City, we went here. “Later, there will be a horse race held here. I want to watch.” He said coldly. There was when my forehead furrowed. “You what? You're just going to watch? Then, why did you take me with you? I thought you were going to teach me to be a living reaper?” I saw her slightly touching her ear. Maybe he slightly became deaf when I shouted.

The DarkSword crowd screamed for more, drunk on the violence as they watched their chosen fighters rip each other to pieces. Ava felt her stomach churn, bile rising to the back of her throat. But Cahir shoved her down into a seat next to him, his grip cruel as he forced her to watch. "This is the Death Pit. When two, four, or eight fighters enter, only one makes it out alive—the winner. The rest? Death! Ripped to pieces of flesh, bones, and blood." Cahir grinned at Ava, and her heart thudded hard.

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 masked man concluded. The lights on the bus flickered on and off. The dark front screen lit again with the same red font as the voice echoed: [Approaching the next stop. All players, get ready.] “Does that mean all of you are dead?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I could not process or believe any of this. Death means the end. That was how we grew up believing death was. The masked man nodded. “You’re all dead! You’re lucky to be invited to the survival game and have the opportunity to win a second chance at life.

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

"Ella and Mr. Jensen are inhuman! They're total beasts!" "They're on live streams, so everyone in the country just witnessed what they did! Those two pieces of filth are absolutely done for!" In the meantime, the online users on the live stream descended into absolute chaos, with the comment section flooded with comments. "They're absolute scum! They deserve the worst death imaginable!" "I was moved to tears just watching her—Yvonne was incredibly brave!" "Mr. Lawson is so powerful! He should just finish them off!" "They must be punished severely! They can't be let off the hook!"

Then, half my body crashed onto the mat, while the other half slammed onto the ground. As I watched the video, it felt as if the pain from that moment surged back all at once. The young woman writhing in agony on the floor reached out to her mother, who was her spotter, hoping for rescue. However, all she got was a retreating back. The phone slipped from Mom's hand and fell to the ground with a sharp crack. Her expression went completely blank. I stared intently at the man in the video, finding him inexplicably familiar. I felt like I had seen him somewhere before.

By the time I reached my apartment and was about to unlock the front door, a swarm of reporters shoved their way toward me. "Professor Callahan, could you explain in detail how your incorrect data led to the death of a student?" "How do you plan to face the victim's family, Professor Callahan?" I frowned. Something wasn't right. Just as confusion crept in, I received a notification on my phone. It was a livestream link. The title of the livestream read, "Owen Rountree Unveils the Truth Behind the Lab Explosion". I tapped the link and saw Owen and Bertha crying in front of the camera.

' He scratched Hrom. "I know you're there, you can't hide your presence from me!" Death yelled. The humans that had been hiding and watching Death scattered. Normally he would just tolerate their curiosity, but he wanted to be alone. 'Not a single one of you will want to be near me after this battle is over. Your stares of interest will turn into downward glances of fear, as they always do.' Even some grim struggle to keep eye contact with Death after having seen him fight in person. Only a handful have walked away from their shared conflicts with respect out of admiration, instead of respect out of fear.

I try to keep my hands from shaking by squeezing them together, but I am failing. "The seats are the same as yesterday. Remember, the Galaxy is watching. Smile. Make sure to be expressive with your faces as you watch, which won't be hard. These fights are nothing but intense. Friends become enemies in the tournament until a winner is confirmed. A mate is more important than anything else in the world. They will kill to win the mate that they believe they should have... Death is frowned upon but not unheard of," Zalu says, and my eyebrows draw together as my hands go limp. Have champions died in the Harvest? If a Champion dies in this Harvest...