Rwby Watches Death Battle Novels & Stories

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.

Then I turn the first card. Death. The familiar image appears at first — the dark rider mounted on a horse moving steadily forward while the world around him changes. Then the image shifts. The rider is no longer faceless. The armor is different. The posture is unmistakable. My breath catches. Kieran. Not exactly him… but close enough that the meaning settles instantly in my chest. The moment passes as quickly as it came. The illustration returns to normal. But the card has already said what it needed to say.

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.

she pointed to the porch where a mass of dead bodies piles up moving her scythe back a little to stab a goblin charging at her with the end of her weapon. Pointing her weapon behind her, Ruby shot a wendigo dead but the recoil was strong sending her flying forward which she used to propel herself and slaughter a band of ogres in one breath. "Fine. But I'm not backing down." Aleister brought himself to Ruby's side as she was getting surrounded by more beowolves. They fought back to back, both enjoying the rush and adrenaline coursing through their bodies but more so the fact that they are fighting together.

After she left, I couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust as I stared at her back. She killed my family in the previous life, and in this one, I would do anything to watch her sink into eternal ruin.

I said. The Disabled Six and Phageomora stood back, “okay Master you can do this” said Phageomora “okay” I looked at the Mane Six, Sunset Shimmer & Starlight Glimmer “32,000 life points against me with a mere 4000 life points. Jack, Crow & Yusei beaten Rex Goodwin but can I do repeat of what they did there’s only one way to find out” suddenly a massive circle of purple flames surround me, the Diasbled Six, Phageomora, the Mane Six, Sunset Shimmer and Starlight Glimmer my group were scared. Bronyium watch the duel from the Mane Six break room window “you can do this father” said Bronyium “let’s duel!” I shouted.

She was faster, stronger, her powers manifesting in ways I couldn’t counter. Globs of shadow solidified into razor-sharp projectiles, tendrils of black mist wrapped around my limbs, threatening to pull me down. I parried another invisible force, my sword scraping uselessly against the air, and felt a jolt of pain as something unseen struck my side. “You cannot win, Layla!” Evelyn cackled, her eyes glinting with triumph. “Your petty human strength is nothing against the might of the Death Realm!” I stumbled, breathless, my vision blurring at the edges. The bracelet glowed, hotter now, the silver dulling, beginning to crack. It was giving way. I was losing. Evelyn was too strong. My own streng

Bolts of electricity sparked around them, each contact they made causing the room around them to shake. Layla watched in awe as the two angels of death bounced off one another with powerful blows. When she caught glimpses of their faces, she saw that they were both fighting as hard as they could to overcome the other. Atreus' face was full of cold redemption and Ravana's with cruel wicked rage. Strike after strike, they collided with one another. The sounds their battle made were deafening, like metal against metal, which sent shards of ice up Layla's spine.

It seemed that both Wesley and Dale had already greeted Deacon Ambrose as they stood at the opposite end of each other. “Informal disciple, Wesley Sayer of ranking 187 and informal disciple, Dale Woodward of ranking 143 have agreed to a wager of a hundred and fifty contribution points. If Wesley Sayer wins this round, then they will swap their rankings, and if Dale Woodward wins this round, their rankings will remain unchanged,” boomed Deacon Ambrose and immediately left the battle platform. He then activated the protective formation with the spirited crystals. Each battle platform had been set up with their individual protective formation to prevent the stray energy from affecting the spect

I shout and they both snap their heads toward me as I jump to my feet. "Katie!" Zack raises his hand. "Stay back!" I freeze in place as his attention goes back to the Watchman. "You must take another crystal," Zack says to him. And then I see it. The Watchman's cloak is ripped to shreds, completely covered in blood, a mist of steam billowing from several deep gashes on his back. The Watchman nods, glancing over at me, his eyes glowing that bizarre reddish hue as they shift back to Zack.