Rap Battle Snow White Vs Elsa Novels & Stories

This was an Elsa reborned and I felt so responsible. As I rose on my feet, the color of my eyes changed, within the next minute, I transformed into a dragon. I roared as I spat hot fire burning down trees. Without even thinking of it, I fell down having exhausted all my strength probably from all this transformations. After a while, I lost consciousness and what happened next, I can't tell. **** RAPHAEL'S POV

They fought for over ten minutes without a clear winner. Snow Xander, sitting in the car, grew anxious. She was used to Kiran being incredibly strong and had never seen him struggle like this. She got out of the car and ran towards Kiran, her eyes filled with fear and concern. Els, in the middle of the fight, noticed Snow. She looked like a fairy to him, with her perfect figure and stunning beauty. Els felt a rush of excitement. After a few punches, Els stepped back and said to Snow, “I want to sleep with you!”

Just as the dagger was about to pierce her flesh, Addison grabbed a fistful of sand from the ground and threw it into Elsa’s face. Elsa jerked back, letting out a cry. In that moment, Addison lunged for the dagger, hoping to disarm her. But her earlier injury from Frank had slowed her. She wasn’t fast enough. Elsa reacted quickly. She kicked Addison’s wrist. The dagger flew from her grasp, and Elsa pounced, grabbing Addison’s neck with a furious snarl. “You’re a disgusting rat,” Elsa hissed, her claws digging into Addison’s neck. “You deserve nothing but death.”

I ask, gesturing toward the array of snacks with a flourish. I offer her a friendly grin, hoping to put her at ease. “Or, if 'tis more to thy liking, I could prepare a different dish or beverage?” She regards me with a soft, enigmatic smile, her eyes sparkling. “No, thank you,” she replies. “Fanta's just fine." I breathe a silent sigh of relief, feeling a sense of accomplishment at having navigated this minor social hurdle. I extend my hand in greeting. “Mine name is Snow-white Van Hellsing, though thou may call me Casper. Verily, 'Snow-white' is but a sobriquet, not mine given name,” I explain, offering a friendly grin.

She blushed. Someone else stare right back at her and that someone was so beautiful. The blonde wig fits her almost tan olive skin and she looks beautiful. Elsa knew she look beautiful but then this new Blondie that was staring right back at her is different

Kato lingered near the trees, nervously kicking at the dirt. Sybil, arms crossed, watched from the edge like a teacher observing a test. “Begin,” she said. “Wait—” I didn’t finish before Elara struck. Her fist glowed faintly as it came toward my face. I ducked just in time, stumbling back, my instincts a beat too slow. “You won’t get second chances in battle,” she said coolly. “Again.” Snowy stirred in my mind. React. Don’t hesitate. This time when Elara charged, I met her halfway, ducked under her strike, and swept my leg out. She jumped, flipping backward and landing like it was nothing. I gasped.

Elsa said with confidence, then followed behind Cassie. “Right, you next little bro...” “Ahhh help. Tyler…. Tristan…!” We heard screams and yelps from the three girls. I shot around to look across the river. “Vampires!” I snarled. There were four of them, Elsa was being circled by two of them. One male and one female. She was snarling and lunging at them, but they were just too fast for her to bite. They were teasing and mocking her as they easily evaded her. Jessie and Cassie where tail to tail holding off another two male vamps, they were faster and more confident than Elsa, and bored quickly of the dance that the vampires were doing.

It was a punishable offence, and everyone on that ice knew it. He stopped in front of her, close enough to make his reluctance felt. “Twenty rounds,” Ava said simply. “No puck. Your time starts now.” The shock on his face was almost satisfying. He stared at her for one long, searing moment — searching for any sign that she was bluffing — and found nothing but steady certainty. His jaw tightened. Then he turned and ran. He pushed himself hard. Ava watched without expression as he moved, fast and controlled, pride swallowed with every lap. By the time he finished, his chest was heaving, breath ragged as he came to a stop in front of her.

But that was just me thinking low of myself. Down on the ice, Alpha Williams didn't care about the crowd or the elders. He looked up at the VIP box, his face covered in sweat, his eyes wild with victory. He saw me. He liked the way I cheered him up so passionately. Without even waiting for the trophy presentation, he skated hard toward the exit, tore off his heavy gloves, and rushed straight up the stairs into my section. Before I could even stand up properly, his large hands gripped my waist. He lifted me right up into the air, spinning me around as if I weighed nothing.

Elias lunges first without hesitation. He sends a fist towards Lira, fast and hard. Lira jerks back, but she's too slow, and his knuckles scrape her cheek. She stumbles but catches herself. She raises her hands clumsily in a poor attempt at defense. Elias is too strong for her. The crowd roars. Werewolves love blood when it's not theirs. I feel Nyra stir inside me, waking up from her sleep. She blinks her golden eyes.