React To Death Battle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

If there hadn't been witnesses here, he would have knocked me out and dragged me into the delivery room himself. "So, you're just missing your parents," he said with mock tenderness, patting my head. "I'll have my mom come keep you company right away." His mother was in on it too. He wasn't calling her here to comfort me; he was calling in reinforcements. She had never liked me. After my death in my last life, she took my inheritance for herself, even the portion meant for my parents. There wasn't a single decent soul in the Steele family. If his mother showed up, she would almost certainly create a scene to force me into the delivery room.

“Yes. Yes I’d do anything!“ she ejacualtes confidently. I pin my eyes on her while still continuing to peer up at me. “Okay” I smirk as I stand just two inches away from her. My lips above her. She raises her head slightly and her eyes stare while lifted up. “Even to the death?” I huff and her eyes broaden up immediately. She shakes her lips but before she can say a word, I push out what’s truly in my mind. “This battle is going to be to the death!” I drop out loud. “What!?”this is the reaction the rest flare up with. They look at me with eyes almost bulging out from their eyes.

“King Zayne! Preparing well enough for the day you die! I certainly hope so! I've written this letter, not for good news, at least for you. Due to unanimous vote, the date of the battle has been shifted to a week earlier, that means you have just six days. And the stakes involved have just been lifted. When you die soon enough at my hands, I take your human girlfriend and her sister as my slaves, until they are to be sacrificed. I can't wait! Hope you're just as excited as I am?” Oh no! I held the letter tightly in my hand, as I stood frozen to the spot in disbelief. Isn't fighting me to the death enough for him. Now he shifts the date and places Steph and Emily as part of the deal. “This is

It looks like another woman, but I can’t be sure. ‘Stay alert! Someone is hiding in the trees.’ I send through the link. Rebel tears through Kaden’s beta. He is still giving her a fight, but I can tell by the way she is fighting that she is bored of him. She decides to end it by clamping on his back and crushing his spine. When he screams out, Roxie snaps his neck. The beta is dead. Some of the warriors let out a howl of sorrow at losing their beta as they kept fighting. I could care less though. I want them all of them dead. Roxie pulls a shift and Rebel is by my side fighting again. This time we are fighting together.

"Zeeb, we can't let them tear us apart. Our love is stronger than their deceit. Together, we will prevail!" Zeeb's eyes met Fleur's, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "You're right, Fleur. Love will triumph over darkness. We will unite our clans and end this cycle of hatred. Our love will be the catalyst for change." As their words hung in the air, the battle reached its climax. The creature, wounded and enraged, unleashed its final assault. Fleur and Zeeb stood firm, their hearts aflame with love and defiance. The outcome of this battle would determine not only their fate but the fate of all those they held dear.

"Whatever. Since you treated me pretty well these past few years, I'll make your death quick. I won't let you die miserably like your sister did." Adrian gripped the silver blade tighter and moved closer, step by deliberate step. The knife in his hand was the same one he'd used to kill me. "Want to know what your sister's final moments looked like?" Adrian's smile twisted into something manic. "Right here in this room. I cut off her limbs one by one so she couldn't shift and run. My brothers stood around watching her struggle, and I've got to say—your sister had guts."

My mother dropped the smile, reached over, and yanked hard at my shell's arm. "Stop playing dead. Get back and prep for the Water Trial this afternoon." She turned to leave, and at that moment a faint sound reached my ears. Click. It was the sound of wolf bones setting rigid, of muscle fibers beginning to contract. A death countdown that only a wandering soul can hear.

Her brow furrowed, a faint tremor running through her arm before it connected with my stomach with crushing force. “You’re fighting it, my love,” I choked out, a bloody smile touching my lips. “I see you. Don’t give up. You can do this.” The Death Goddess, sensing Layla’s brief moment of resistance, roared with furious impatience. “Silence, mortal! You distract my vessel!” Her blows intensified, a relentless torrent of pain. Layla’s hands became blurs, battering my chest, my face, my abdomen. I coughed, spitting blood, my knees threatening to buckle, but I kept my eyes on hers, clinging to that faint glimpse of my mate.

I retorted, holding my mom’s gaze. She shook her head. “No, you won’t. Damien will be the next Alpha. He will win the Battle of Alphas.” “So he will kill me?” I blurted, cutting her off and still locking our gaze so I could see every emotion that flashed through her cold eyes, which only glinted with emotion when Damien was mentioned. “You are okay with him winning and killing me, but the thought of me doing the same to him almost gave you a heart attack?”

“You don’t even want to make a swift kill.” “I know.” “You want to fight with them.” “Why not? They killed everyone I loved over and over again. They are strong but I am a strong one as well. Take this.” I threw a remote controller next to him. “I want to see who will die first. Us all or only them. If you feel like this battle is outmatched, push the button.”