React To Death Battle Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Ailina’s POV: I used the Wolf's skill of Mind-Reading to beat Dark Death. I had the Full Shield and started Auto Attack to force Dark Death to expose himself. He couldn’t hide himself anymore and was killed by James’ sword. Dark Death: “You are amazing.” Wolf: “You too.” Dark Death: “We can team up to fight in Skill Battlefield. We should be invisible.” I asked James loudly, “Dark Death wants to team up with you to fight in Skill Battlefield. What do you think?”

I roll my eyes to the back of my head, “if you are not interested, you can say so” “Of course I am” he responds, “but let’s make a deal, it is a fight to the death. Are you in or out” “You can’t wait to kill me, can you?” “You can bet that” he scoffs. “Fine” I also pull out my sword, “to the death then”

I asked. “Um…not really.” “Not really? What the hell does that mean?” “It means what I said,” Beta Grant shrugged. “Well you either have a mate or you don’t.” “She died.” I gulped hard. “Oh…I’m sorry. What happened?” “She was killed in a pack fight. I um…I couldn’t save her.” “We have a lot in common,” “Do we?” “Yeah we do. Lost loves, having someone in charge of us, dealing with Ronan.”

Alejandro was between Miguel's legs going to town on his length obviously he didn't have a gag reflex. "I tried to stop him but he was very persistent," Miguel stated, removing his hand from pushing down the back of Alejandro's head. He pulled them gently out of the auburn strands and I growled menacingly. My eyes started to glow and I felt my Death resurrecting. Black wisps whipped around me and I growled furiously at my mate and his slutty whore friend. Richard looked at me and cursed.

If only she could ask Ryley then at least he would have been alive. "Wake up Vivian... Wake up please" With constantly raining eyes she beat her fist on his chest above his but to no avail. The truth was that he was dead. And they have to accept it. The girls kept crying over the loss of a friend who was a good friend and a loyal mate. They were too ripped by the unfortunate loss that they forgot that the battle between Zalreth and Ryley was still going on. He threw Ryley across some trees every time he attempted to throw the dagger to his chest. The bastard was so clever and fast that every time it neared him he just vanished from the spot hence making it fall on the ground.

Sharon said. Her eyes were filled with hope and urgency. Sharon was eager to watch Stanley defeat his opponents. Meanwhile, Stanley was completely focused on playing the game. Despite the intense battle, he kept a calm expression on his face and did not say a word. Assuming that he silently agreed, Sharon did not leave. However, Stanley soon died in battle yet again. Like the last time, he was very close to defeating Seven. “Ahhh. If only you used A on him a moment sooner, he would have died instead,” Sharon said while she looked disappointedly at Seven, who had very little health points remaining.

Seraphina let out a blood-curdling scream and collapsed into a pool of blood in agony. Clutching the wound that was spurting blood, she looked at me in disbelief and cried out, "Ella... why... I already have less than a month to live... do you hate me that much... do you want me to die that soon?!" The crowd went into an uproar. Lucas's rationality snapped instantly. He let out a beast-like roar: "Sera!!" Instinctively, he slammed his palm hard into my chest. Crack! The powerful force of an Alpha shattered my ribs. I was sent flying backward, smashing into a stone pillar and vomiting a mouthful of blood. In my hand, I was still clutching the blood-stained dagger Seraphina had shoved into my

"Ms. Blackwood died on May 20th at Central City Hospital. If you're her friend, the funeral service is being held at Eastside Memorial Cemetery. It started an hour ago." With that, the man hung up. Marcus stared at his phone, his hands beginning to shake. A strange panic crept up his chest, but he pushed it down. This had to be fake. Another one of my elaborate schemes. "Who was that?" Celeste asked from the bed. "Nothing important," Marcus said quickly. "Just some prank call." But deep inside, a tiny voice whispered that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a game. He knew me too well though. I loved him desperately. I would never actually leave him. I would never really choose to die.

Her breath hits my ear,and she whispers making a shiver to run down my spine. "Death" I move my head in a no while she just smiles, getting up to turn her back on me and approach the Alpha. My fists clench as I see her peck his lips, my teardrops wetting the ground. They don't stop there. His hand rests on her waist and he deepens the kiss. While she enjoys it, holding his face in her hands. I felt already dead , they will do a favour on me by killing me. "Finish him "

"You seriously want me to believe that my only heir is dead?" I took a deep breath, bracing myself for his reaction. "Unfortunately, he is, Alpha," I replied, my voice trembling slightly. "He was stabbed multiple times in the stomach, and before I could get him any help, he passed away." Instead of the solemn response I anticipated, Alpha Diablo and his pack warriors erupted into laughter, their amusement echoing off the walls. I stood there, bewildered by their reaction, feeling a mix of frustration and discomfort. Taking a step forward, I tried to regain their attention amidst the laughter. "What's funny about Brent being dead?" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with frustration.