Rwby Watches Death Battle Novels & Stories

Yris muttered and sighed as he watched Raine and Vermeil still argue. “You are right. They would need this level of energy for the upcoming battles.” Raeyan spoke. The battle against the enemies definitely won’t stop until either their group would be killed by them, or they will kill them. This is just a matter of who kills who first. And it has to be them who kills the other, and not them being killed. “What should we do now?” Yris asked Raeyan as they looked at Raine. “In just an hour, it will be his birthday.” He said. His expression is heavy.

he announced, “and Alpha Theron of the Ironclaw. You will fight under ancient law. No weapons. No interference. To the death, or surrender.” Ryu didn’t flinch. Theron grinned like a man already victorious. Before the fight, there was a ritual. One that hadn’t been done in generations. The Bonding of the Soul, meant to draw strength from Luna. I didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to stand in the center of that bloody place and give the crowd more reason to stare. But Ryu turned to me, and his hand reached out. “I need you,” he said softly. I nodded.

Nothing could be more painful than to watch one’s mate die in front of him. To watch one’s beloved get torn to pieces without being able to do anything but shed tears. This was Riza Crescent. Rendered immobile by the spell, Luna Riza’s tears were the only telltale sign of her anguish as she watched her husband, her partner, her best friend, and her mate struggle to crawl in her direction. It had only been a couple of minutes, but Alpha Nathan of the Crescent Pack was utterly defeated by Alpha Dylan. Though the former was in his wolf form and the latter was the opposite, it did not hinder Alpha Dylan from severing Alpha Nathan’s limb.

Four matches passed in a blur of footwork, sparks, and strained breaths. A few impressive. Most forgettable. The crowd, still buzzing from Nyomei’s performance, was hungry for the next highlight. They didn’t have to wait long. “Next match—Lotanni Ryel versus Bryon Aros.” A hush settled. The name Bryon alone drew tension. Petrusia’s second-in-command. Royal werewolf. Born with both privilege and power, and trained like a weapon since childhood.

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.

"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?"

But not long afterward he died instantly. Seeing that David had been defeated, Ruby didn't flinch. He tried to attack Amber but unfortunately wasn't fast enough. Ruby immediately fell backward because of Amber. Slowly the golden light around Amber's body began to fade but her eyes remained purple. The sound of thunder became the sound of victory in the battle. Amber looked at Ruby sharply. Suddenly Ruby started bleeding from her mouth because of Amber's attack. Amber attacked Ruby by stabbing Ruby's heart from the inside, and of course, using her powers.

Then, after a long, tense moment, he nods. Ryker swallows, schooling his features into a mask of indifference. “So be it,” he says. But his voice isn’t confident anymore. A gong sounds, signaling the beginning of the battle. I step onto the battlefield, the crimson light of the blood moon bathing me in its glow. I will end this. Not just for myself. But for every omega, every forgotten soul who was told they were too weak to fight back.

“Get behind me.” Aurora reached for him instead. “No. I fight too.” The door exploded inward. Shadows poured into the room—figures cloaked in silver armor, their eyes glowing blue. Watchers. The battle had come to them. Aurora’s pulse pounded in her ears as the Watchers spilled into the room—five of them, clad in gleaming silver armor that pulsed with celestial light. Each one held a staff crackling with blue flame, their faces hidden behind masks etched with divine script. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to.

He left the house as quietly as he’d entered it, straddled his bike, and rode back to Reading. He’d find the rest of the Night Stalkers and kill them too if he had to. They were going to come after him, but he needed to know how much they knew. They obviously didn’t know what he looked like, because Davey Shearman hadn’t known he was Wrath. That was something that would work in his favor. It wasn’t like he didn’t have time. He needed to warn Bandit; killing the Night Stalker leaders had been because of Melanie and the Road Warriors. They could be targeted too.