Naruto Watches Death Battle Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Every passing second and millisecond tightens his death grip. Am guessing this is it. This is my death means abd where I die. I slowly and gradually quit struggle. I perform the unthinkable. I gaze deeply into his red blaze like eye's. I'll probably be dead. Breaking a rule shouldn't hurt. Or so I thought. He strengthens his grip. I gasp more. My life force slowly and gradually pull off me. I battle for dominance but alpha Ron's grip ain't any mere death grip. It kills faster than imagined.

“The fight between Lucas and the Chosen One will happen on the next full moon.” The words hit hard. Too soon. She clenched her fingers at her side. “But that wasn’t the worst part.” My father’s jaw tightened. “Go on.” “In the vision… I saw our pack,” she said. “So many of them.” Her voice wavered for the first time. “Dead. Their bodies scattered across the ground. Blood soaked into the earth we swore to protect.” She lifted her gaze straight to me this time. “The end of the fight between Bryain and Lucas is still hidden from me,” she admitted. “I cannot see who wins. The future fractures at that point.”

My soul floated above the room as I watched the scene unfold. Vincent's shoulders were shaking hard. He let out a sound like a wounded animal. Even his wolf was crying over the death of its Luna. I didn't know how long had passed before Vivian's voice broke the silence from the doorway. "Do you even want to know how she died?" Vincent lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, like they were about to bleed. Vivian walked in holding a sheet of paper. It was a healer's report.

Blood poured out and I heard an agonising shout from the podium, but nobody paid attention to the podium. I didn't even feel my arm. My mind was too busy surviving to process any pain in my body. Niran bared her teeth and she stared at the blood with darkening eyes. "Human blood." Some shouted around me. Snarls erupted and when Niran roared and her hand shot out again, I fell backwards and landed close to the edge of the fighting ring. Niran was furious. Her eyes were red with murder, and I suspected the demon in her was taking over. I scrambled back more until the rope hit my back and my mind was realising what was happening. I would be the one that would die.

I thought of the warriors who had believed in me and fallen for my cause. I scanned the chaos and caught Nathan again as he fought gallantly with a real touch. Without the healing powers, his fighting skills wouldn't enough. Something inside me snapped. I just couldn't take it anymore. Raven dead or not, I just couldn't bear more deaths. I took a step forward, my eyes locking on Zane for s short while and then at Selena. I could see the disgust all around their eyes as they watched the desolation. "Wait!!" I called out, not knowing how else to draw their attention. "Zane wait!!"

he said to me, and started laughing. “Me? Fuck you, Death!” I stood up, the anger still pulsing through me. “She’s not dead, in case you haven’t noticed,” he said to me, his eyes pitch black. “Then why were you there watching her?” I asked him, still angry. “I was watching over her,” he said to me. “Liar! You were waiting to take her!” I yelled at him. “If I wanted her dead, she would be,” he glared at me.

I said to him, trying to cheer him up, but he shook his head in disagreement, walking over to the pillar as he rested his back. "We are not making a way forward because Darius is dead, and I feel like I'm going to be dying anytime soon. It is this duel that is going to be my way to death," he said, and I shook my head in disagreement. "Ryan You are not going to die. Believe me, you will not die. You're going to fight this duel, you're going to take the Ashmoon Pack away from Arnon, and no one is going to kill you." She said it to me, but I knew that was just what she wanted to say; it was not the truth. The truth was obvious, and it was the fact that my fate with Darius was entwined, and as

He pounded on the bed rails like a madman, his screams echoing through the entire ward. "My legs! Gabrielle! Where are my legs? Why did you sign the forms? Why didn't you save my legs?" Barbara lay in the next bed with a neck brace, unable to move. She could only rotate her eyeballs to glare at me viciously. "You jinx! I bet you didn't want to spend the money, so you deliberately had the doctor cut off my son's legs! You evil woman! Why won't you die?!" I stood at the foot of the bed, coldly watching these two cripples.