Rwby Death Battle Novels & Stories

That’s when I realized my identity almost slipped. ‘We can't afford to lose this battle, stop trying to take control Sapphire!’ I scold my dragon. She doesn’t say anything but I can feel her recede into my mind. Five warlocks come racing towards us, before I can even do anything, Creed unleashes his dragon's breath on them. While they’re yelling in agony I take that chance to kill them. “We need to re-group!” I yell out towards Raya. Her brown wolf finishes off her kill before racing towards us.

She had already told them she didn’t want to make it to the final two. Darius walks over and wraps the necklace around Lyra’s neck. “That means the final vote is between Lyra Rose Ritzello of the Silvermoon pack and Xenia Athena Thornblade of the Mooncrest pack. Good luck to both ladies. Now, before you go back to enjoying the ball, there is one more announcement.” William steps back, and I stand confused. Well, we all do. I wait for Darius and Kellan to stand and speak, but they don’t. I see Sage freeze when Tony steps on the stage.

he urged, his voice cracking with a heartache that mirrored my own. I shook my head, tears finally breaking free as I looked at him. "It's okay," I murmured, my voice soft and resigned. Each word felt weighted with finality. "I love you, Rykor." My body slumped to the floor, the pain surging through me too much to bear. I knew this was it, and as I lay there listening to the chosen around me, my eyes fixated on the ceiling before me. I had played my death out in my mind a million times before that. When the time came, I would lay under the moon, letting its light bath me as I drifted away. This was not what I had dreamed, and as I lay there ready to die, my heart begged for me to hang on to

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

"You next in line? Even if I didn't get married, which I am, you still couldn't beat War. He'll always be better than you." Death's eyes narrowed and his attacks elevated to a fiercer level. Ribbons of red decorated Dagon's arms and even his neck as Death's energy swirled around them. "War doesn't even care about the soul. He doesn't see the benefit of taking all that power, but I do. You're weaker than me, you will give in." Holly forced herself away from the fight and rushed to Eros's side lifting his head. "Eros? Are you there?"

Still had something left in that brain of his. The opponent fell down and never got up again. Jawbreaker slumped to the side. I saw Master Riven turn sharply to Roy, probably asking what kind of ending he wanted. By the time Riven had his answer and returned to the railing, both fighters were dead. The crowd went silent as a graveyard. That show wasn't what they had been expecting, especially not the end. They wanted a loser and a victor. That was how battles ended. But this time, the fighters came prepared for each other and no one survived.

I frown, thinking that it’s a more select group than I’ve seen before. But…why? Why bring them at all to a battle? What is it he wants them to witness? “Welcome!” Death’s voice booms out over the wastes as we come close enough to see everyone’s faces. My eyes lock on him, standing at the center of the platform. Orion stands slightly before him and to his right. Beatrice, of all people, stands across from Orion in an elaborate black gown. In her hands is a wide bouquet of red, red roses.

Mord was shouting at him, yet he didn't say a word back. Genevieve's side had more ability users and stronger individuals overall, so the battle turned into a one-sided slaughter with no suspense. It ended quickly. Ray killed the most people—many of them by "stealing kills." In total, he killed five ability users and absorbed about twenty-six portions of abilities. Genevieve ranked second. She only killed two, but one of them was the group's leader, Pibo. That single kill alone was probably worth more than ten portions, so even though she absorbed less than Ray, the difference wasn't all that big.

Brynn screamed, but there was no time, there was never any time, and the battle swept her forward and away from him, and she carried his death with her into the trees the way she carried all of them. That was the separate cost. The sharp, fast loss. She would grieve him properly later, if there was a later. But it was not the loss that would break them. The eastern flank was holding, barely, when Brynn saw the wolf coming for Torrhen’s back. Her mate was locked in combat with a mercenary, fully engaged, blind to the second wolf circling behind him, a massive thing, all claws and silver-tipped blade, moving fast and low through the trees toward the unguarded space between Torrhen’s shoulders.

I bent to the waist and bowed down to Alpha Douglas. When I lifted my head, my eyes connected with Alaric. We stared at each other intently, not wanting to blink or look away. No one wanted to give an inch. We only pulled our gazes away when Alpha Douglas spoke. “It is settled then. In three days, Alpha Leo of the Red Stone Pack and Luna Erin of the Black Water Pack will face each other in the battle arena. The rules of the battle stand - whoever kills his opponent will emerge the victor.” Alpha Douglas banged his gavel, telling everyone the matter had been decided.