Rwby Watches Death Battle Novels & Stories

Athena and Rosalind focused on Ravenswood , their combined strength countering his dark magic. The battle raged on, the warriors fighting in perfect sync. Ravenswood stumbled back, his powers waning. Rylan seized the opening, striking Ravenswood 's sword arm. The blade clattered to the ground. "You're finished," Rylan declared. Ravenswood 's eyes blazed with hatred. "Archon Xantos will—" A sudden blow from Tristan silenced Ravenswood . The warriors stood victorious, panting heavily. "Shadowstone's chamber is ahead," Brody said, gesturing to the door.

He gritted his teeth and said solemnly, “The battle isn’t over until I’m dead.” “Ha!” Wynton sneered and said, “You’re extremely persistent. I’m impressed you could withstand my attack. However, how much more can you endure?” Wynton raised the Moonlit Sword and pointed it at James. A Sword Energy formed from it and shot toward James. James quickly raised the Death-Celestial Sword to parry the attack. His strength was slightly inferior to Wynton's. Now that he was injured, he could no longer use his full strength. James failed to deflect Wynton’s Sword Energy and was forced backwards. After being pushed away a certain distance, James suddenly disappeared. He reappeared behind Wynton and slash

Wyatt, snarling with rage, prepared to deliver a final, lethal blow to Hazel, his mind fixated on sinking his teeth into her neck. Hazel snarled with determination, resolved to fight until her last breath. As Ruben approached from behind, he signaled to Hazel, instructing her to take Wyatt down so she could mark him. With coordinated precision, Ruben lunged at Wyatt from behind, catching him off guard, while Hazel attacked from the front, driving Wyatt into their fighting space.

Not far away, two male wolf warriors fought over a weapon from a wizard, both howling wildly before one of them plunged a dagger into the other's neck. Commands echoed, mingling with screams and howls. Two pairs of Alpha and Luna fell on the left side of the battlefield, their bodies no longer moving. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, but the battlefield left no time for mourning. A young warrior screamed hysterically near them, trying to lift his commander's body, but a magical attack from another direction forced him to retreat. "Ruby, focus!" Zephyr called out to me, his voice firm yet filled with concern.

He hugged her head as he said, "It's okay. You can come back to the palace whenever you want." Ryn tried hard to stabilize her emotions. This was the second time she had killed someone by looking into their eyes. Walter was the first. And it had left a deep trauma. "I'm fine." The girl pulled away from Albert's embrace. She looked at the Alpha and said, "This fight is not over yet." "Are you sure?" Albert looked intently at the girl's two beads, not wanting his Luna to be hurt. A nod of the head was the answer. Albert did not want to restrain Ryn, so he permitted his Luna to continue the fight.

Gold tears spill into its basin. War snarls. “Strike now. While she’s looking up, not at us.” Death smiles faintly. “Strike at what, precisely?” “Her. Him. The wound.” “Which first?” Death asks. It isn’t a question. It’s a dare. They look at me because I am the one meant to say Do it. I don’t. I watch the wound. Something moves behind it. My knowledge of stars and thrones has no name for that movement.

Dexter gave a cold wave of his hand. Ten Moon Shadow elite warriors immediately moved into a circular formation, surrounding Ruby in the center of the arena. These men had no idea that Ruby was the Alpha’s fated mate; in their eyes, she was just a girl from Silvermoon whose endurance was being tested. They attacked with full intensity, having no intention of holding back.

Dane’s POV The fight that felt like it had taken days to finish, was finally over. Raya was safe and in my arms once more as we stared out onto the bloody field. I knew we had a lot to clean up, but for just a minute I was able to hold Raya close. The effects of the necklace that Blake had gifted me before the fight were starting to wear off, causing me to feel the insane need to be wrapped around my mate. She stared out at all the deceased, feeling their deaths deep in her soul. I knew it was affecting her greatly, especially Barrett’s.

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

Bassan made the right choice to battle against an undead creature with spells. Ryder formed his battle axe, while Wilbur summoned a thin sword. It was the weapon he gained from the leader of the Riverbank Blossoms. It had the indestructible attribute, so Wilbur decided to test its power and usefulness here. Suddenly, the Death Lord growled. It wielded the rusty longsword in hand. Then, over ten undead creatures appeared among the moving gray mist. The undead creatures were the same size as humans. They wore tattered armor, and they had all sorts of rusty weapons. There were also gray flames burning inside their skeletons. They growled and sprinted toward Bassan and Goma at the front.