Rwby Reacts To Death Battle Novels & Stories

We might have escaped death by a hairbreadth from Diana Ritchell, but we will still die from the Elder! The second-in-command released a deep howl full of fear and resignation, for they had utterly lost against the newly awakened beta girl, who had spared them yet pushed them to another pit of misery.

*Bam! Weiss started throwing a random punch, which was countered by Ravyn with a kick in the crook of his left knee. As Weiss loses his composure, his gap opens for Ravyn to throw her deal-sealing fist at Weiss. But then that attacking fist suddenly stopped, as if the engine's battery suddenly died. The purple-haired girl's body fell in front of Weiss, who had thought he was done for. "I am totally freaked out." Weiss, whose white light had started to fade slightly from his body due to his exertion in battling Ravyn, let out a sigh of relief before kicking her out of his walking path.

The battlefield, now hushed by the gravity of the moment, bore witness to a selfless act of courage. As Rylan's life force ebbed away, Luna cradled him with a tenderness that transcended the chaos around them. The weight of his sacrifice sank in, and Luna's heart swelled with a mixture of sorrow, gratitude, and an unspoken promise to honor his sacrifice. Meanwhile, Alpha Burst, alerted by the sudden shift in the battle, rushed to Luna's side. His eyes widened as he took in the scene—the fallen Rylan, Luna's grief-stricken expression, and the lingering threat of the unseen assassin.

"Fight!" Rylan's hands moved with purpose, dancing over the wound as his whispers grew more urgent. The light from his hands pulsed in rhythm with Brock's heartbeat, a symphony of life against the looming specter of death. The minutes dragged on, each passing second a weight upon my chest. The golden energy woven by Rylan now cradled Brock's form, enveloping him in its protective cocoon. A bead of sweat rolled down Rylan's temple, a testament to the effort and sheer force of will he was exerting. The room was charged with a kind of electric tension, as if the air itself were waiting for Brock's fate to be sealed.

“Reina’s death broke me. Dominic’s lies chained me. But the darkness freed me. Now I see clearly. Now I know what must be done.” “And that is?” I asked, my voice sharper now. His grin widened. “You must die.” He raised a claw and pointed at me, black fire licking around his arm. My body reacted before my brain caught up. Golden light erupted from my chest, my bracelets blazing as I flung both hands forward. The chamber split in a flash of gold and black as our powers collided, the shockwave shattering what was left of the walls. I hurled a stream of golden fire, and Ryker tore through it with a sweep of his claws, scattering sparks like embers. He lunged, shadows whipping forward like spears

More weak thrashing. And then, finally, he collapses. His beast form convulses once—then twice before he goes completely still. Silence descends. No one speaks. Everyone just says quiet, breathing and trying to soak in the bloody demise that just happened. Some fall to their knees. I get off Ryker and stare at his corpse, feeling the healing pain of my closing wounds now that the battle is over. My heart beats wildly in my chest like it is trying to explode because of everything that just happened.

I felt that familiar energy surge forward as well, knocking a few people back, and they fell to the floor drying up. “Robin,” I muttered softly as he ran toward me, supporting Raven now as well. “You’re alive alright,” he breathed just as Aries yelled loudly— “Attack!” —and that was it. The battle ended brutally after that. Some dropped their weapons, surrendering, while others chose to fight to the death. And one by one, each of them fell. Hours later, the battlefield had finally gone silent. Bodies lay at every turn, but we were alive. All of us.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

If my death buys Raven time, time to awaken, to learn, time to fight , then it’s a price I’ll pay without hesitation. I press my palm to the floor, sealing the final rune. A sharp ache blooms in my chest, not magic, not harm, just grief. Grief for the life I lost. For the man I loved. For the daughter I couldn’t protect. I smile through the tears. “At least,” I whisper, “when he finally comes for me… I’ll see you again, Brad.” The candles flicker. The room darkens.

Tony smirks down at me, all powerless and pretty and blue and wonderful. “I think I’m going to stick with this one,” I say, pointing at my boyfriend with my thumb. “He’s better looking.” Death goes still for a moment. Just long enough for me to smirk at him. Chaos breaks free as the God of Death roars his rage, thrusting out a hand towards me and unleashing his power in an unending, roiling wave of black. I grit my teeth, throwing up what shield I can and grabbing Anton by his shirt, hauling him down behind my flimsy barrier just as the wave of raw power crashes down upon us.