Novel & Cerita Marvel Watches Death Battle Fanfiction

My blood splashes everywhere. Truly, I get to face death today, and in the most brutal way. At least I'm grateful for two things. First, my siblings and Elara didn't get to watch me die this way. And second, I get to set my eyes on Beta Bronson before my death. These are the greatest blessings the Goddess has given to me. My cheeks drag to the sides in a smile as I lock gaze with Beta Bronson. “Why are you smiling when you are leaving me? Are you that happy?” His tears drop on my skin.

Alpha Aurel yelled and soon enough, the warriors were running towards him and his warriors. A cloud of arrows began moving from the walls towards the enemy. The moment hung in the balance as the tension skyrocketed. The battle soon began but a chunk of his men had been killed. I felt a surge of power within me awakening the more. Without another word, ai hurried towards the fray, determined to make the most of time, release Kaden and Brandon while torturing Dennison before killing him. As far this whole thing was concerned, he was my kill and nobody else was meant to do anything to him. He was mine alone. I sighted Alpha Aurel, my mother, Detlef and Isabella moving through the crowd, stabbin

But Luna Izabelle remained lifeless, her body slowly going cold. The warriors that came with Jade bowed their heads at the death of the Supreme Luna. What was supposed to be a day of celebration became a day of death and mourning as the news of Luna Izabelle's death spread round Hayden. As Alpha Xerxes battled with the pain within him and the loss of his mate, a few other shifters raced into the cave. One stepped forward and stared unbelievably at the lifeless body of the Luna. "I don't believe this",he whispered. He had a striking resemblance to Alpha Xerxes with the same brown eyes, but instead his hair was a startling red colour.

Their bodies crashed against trees, uprooting them with the sheer force of their battle, leveling the land beneath them. They moved too fast—mere blurs in the chaos—only visible when their bodies slammed into the earth, shaking the very foundations of the world. Until both were drenched in blood. Pinned beneath him, Heratte lay in a pool of her own darkness, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The Death Wolf loomed over her, his teeth bared, his growl reverberating through the battlefield. “You… you killed my Selene.” His voice was raw, guttural, trembling with unfiltered rage. “I will fucking end you.”

Deen's POV I felt defeated, I am a warrior. The best at that and Kurt knows that the weakness of a fighter like me is becoming impaired. A warrior werewolf would rather die than become handicapped or beg for mercy. The pain was unbearable I was bleeding profusely. As long as I lay down here, there is no way I can kill him. And neither am I going to beg for mercy. He glared at me for a while before walking away. Olivia's POV

Dain’s aloof exterior failed, and the shadows still wrapped around his arms and neck bristled. It was his dead, lightless eyes that healed first, and stared at us as the rest of him caught up. “That’s right, it’s going to take a lot more than a few angry shadows to kill me.” His laugh grew stronger as the flesh around his throat and mouth began to heal. “I met Death not that long ago and as it turns out, he doesn’t want me…but he’s very much interested in you.”

My adopted sister, Victoria, possessed a fiercely powerful wolf spirit. She was the sole hope for our endangered Silver Moon Pack. In contrast, though I was the Alpha's biological daughter, I was just an Omega. It wasn't until I turned twenty that I finally awakened a wolf spirit, and it possessed nothing but simple healing abilities. From that day on, my three older brothers forced me to become her personal blood slave. After enduring the extreme torture of the Full Moon Trials for the eighth time in her place, my wolf spirit was on the verge of being torn apart. Dragging my broken, battered body, I questioned them hoarsely. Chris, my eldest brother, sneered. "Victoria has suffered sin

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.

Avery says. “Battle death? What does that mean?” I ask, looking down at my mate. Her heart rate is good and she’s breathing normally, so I hope she’s just exhausted from whatever spell she did. But I’m going to have my mom look her over anyway when we get back. I wipe the hair out of her face so I can see my sweet mate, the death fighter. “Those spells that hit you were death spells. They move throughout your body slowly killing you until you die. Your mate literally fought death to save you,” Amir says.