Naruto Watches Death Battle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Darren's POV I watched in horror and deep sadness as their blood spilled all over the floor making everywhere look so bloody and terrific, they were all fighting each other with all their strength and powers, their sharp claws were shredding their skin I wished I had the power to stop them but there was just nothing I could do, I can't even talk, I could only watch and see my beloved pack member die in the hand of each other, I knew it was Elf who controlled their mind with her black magic, it made the pain in my heart soar...

The glow in those eyes were growing brighter, and Annabel had this uncomfortable thought somewhere in her mind that if the sculpture got too angry, it could explode, killing her. “No.” Her voice was weaker this time. Still, she could not bring herself to killing a man that had done nothing to him. You just have to think it. What? Think it. Wish him dead. Make it happen. The voice snaked all the way into her mind, caressing it. Slowly, she was getting overpowered by whatever it was the statue was doing to her. She could not fight something that could speak in her mind, something that could, perhaps, control her mind.

Chapter 148 **Celeste's POV** Two hours. I stood at my window watching the Square of Bones fill with shadow creatures. Thousands of them. All waiting to watch Ronan die. My hands pressed against the glass. Cold seeping through my fingers. Two hours until they killed the boy who'd saved my life. *Good,* the dark part of me whispered. *Let him die. He chose her over you.* But another voice spoke up. Quieter. Weaker. But real.

Nero amps up the attack despite the agony that our body is in. Rogues and warriors alike are battling nearby, but after a few tense moments, I feel Nero’s teeth sink into the side of my mother’s throat, pinning her to the ground. ‘You would kill your own mother?’ her voice, bored in tone, fills my head. ‘You don’t deserve the title of mother,’ I hissed. Another cough sounds behind me, this time weaker, and I feel the pull on our bond. Finn is going to die. A cackle floods my head, ‘Looks like I’ve already won.’

I threw a punch at his head as fast as I could, sweeping his head clean off. And then I remembered I wasn’t finished with crooked smile. He was busy laying on the rock bleeding from all parts of his body. I stomped my foot on his knee, flattening his bone. I stomped on the other one and watched as he cried. “Arghh!” He screamed as tears ran down his eyes. He began to sweat and pant. He knew that any moment from now he would be taking his last breath. “You think that you’ve won but actually you’ve actually lost. Why you were busy here fighting us, your loving Luna is being prepped for her death. My partners must’ve killed her by now.”

That I can just snap her head and will never be heard of again , I am not going to sit my ass out here and watch my life being ruined that isn’t going to happen . I love him and I know that he died too , the Nate that I know will never in his life try to love a human girl and right now I am not going to act like I am giving up on our love , I am not doing that and he has to see that I am not and I don’t mind his mad he is towards me but I am going to make myself the Luna of this pack if that means I am going to have get killed , that is exactly what I am going to don.

In the life that ended with a wolfbane dagger buried in my chest and my blood staining the healer's floor. A chill raced down my spine. Then I remembered the silver eyes watching me from the forest. The figure standing beyond the manor walls. Watching. Waiting. Knowing. I rushed toward the window. The curtains flew open beneath my trembling hands. Moonlight spilled across the forest. Trees swayed gently beneath the night breeze. Shadows danced between the branches. But there was nobody there. Nothing. The figure had vanished. Yet I knew what I had seen. Someone had been watching me. Someone knew I had died.

My heart was beating so fast because a sudden guilt washed over me, as if I had just been caught cheating or doing something incredibly scandalous behind his back. But underneath the guilt, I also felt a deep pang of pity. This young, fiercely possessive man glaring down at me had absolutely no idea what the older version of himself had done to me in my first life. He had no idea why I was pushing him away. I quickly scrambled back, breaking the proximity, and turned to the Blood Moon Alpha. "Put your shirt back on," I snapped at Nathan, my voice trembling slightly as Caius's murderous Alpha aura filled the narrow hallway.

“Listen to me.” I looked at him. “This is not the end.” “How can you be sure?” “Because systems have limits.” Death spoke again. “This one may not.” Kieran glared at him. “Everything has a limit.” Death said nothing. I wiped my tears. “I won’t disappear.” Kieran squeezed my hand. “Good.” “Because I am not done fighting.” His eyes burned with quiet determination. “Neither am I.” But Death suddenly looked upward. His expression changed. “What is it?” I asked.