Sans Death Battle Novels & Stories

He spun around theatrically, holding the crowd of timid townspeople in the palm of his hand, “For her mate - her chosen one is Rocco Valence! Or as you know him, the orphan of the last whore to get her throat slit on these cobbles.” The crowd mumbled and whispered together, checking the perimeter I saw Selene’s blonde sisters hovering nearest to the cage. Adam, the one from the photographs was nowhere to be seen, I’d rather know where that sneaky fucker was before it all kicks off. Wicknace then suddenly threw the axe at us with a strength that was surprising considering his fat, ancient age. As we separated to avoid the spinning blade the three of them shifted. Jimmy and Julien were huge, w

Death says I pout rolling my eyes, "I don't want to go to hell," "Of course you do," he says wrapping his arms around my shoulders before waving to Mika and snapping us back to the Ocean. "Aw look at them," Hera gushes I elbow Death while he's off guard and he immediately lets go of me leaning against the wall, "That was unnecessary," "You do not need to hug me," I reply, although I slightly miss the warmth he provided me "Yeah, okay, let's pretend like you didn't like it," He replies with the rise of an eyebrow

In the match, Nathan was battling against someone named Michy. The fight was intense and fierce, which attracted many players to the scene. The two fought mercilessly for thirty minutes before it was over. A scream was heard and a player had died. The system prompted 'Nathan was killed'. Upon seeing that, everyone could not believe their eyes. Nathan had died... Nathan, the godly and undefeated character, had actually died? Where did Michy come from? Not long after, people were talking about this battle all over the world.

I don't kill, I immobilize. I was in the full battle mode now, and wolves were falling at my feet. I was ripping into the side of a gold-coloured wolf, I was distracted. Too distracted to see a rouge lunge at my right. The wolf knocked me to the floor and I growled as blood pooled from my side. The battle was drawing to a close, the rouges were retreating. The wolf tearing at my body was doing it out of spite. I struggled, made a last attempt to lunge and my teeth sunk into his throat. He thrust away from me and retreated, blood dripping from his coat. I sunk down as the pack began howling in victory, a soft smile working its way onto my lips

However, the body of the creature of darkness would burn and turn into ashes, no trace of where they went, no signs that they ever existed. Unlike the fights my men, Gabriel and I had even been to, the battle in this realm had no bloodshed. Instead, there were beams of lights and flickers of flame as the swords, spears and other weapons would make clanging sounds as their swing and dance in the tune of war.

The five elders and the group of experts in Deity Realm appeared, and the two sides confronted each other from a distance. At this time, there was no need to ask about who was right or wrong, and there was nothing to ask about. It was just a battle. After the blind woman uttered the cold word "kill", the battle broke out. The camps of both sides quickly gathered together, and they jumped into the void one by one. The void became the most fierce battlefield. The earth cracked and the sky darkened. This battle was almost comparable to the battle when the Inuit returned to the world, except that Jason was absent.

I'll be me. Free. Radiant. Alive. Lara Leone.

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.

Dead people don’t… I touched my chest… ba‑dump, ba‑dump… it was there—my heartbeat. So… why is my heart beating like a trapped rabbit if I’m dead? And if I was not, then what was this place? I couldn’t possibly be dead. Could I? [Player 09. Player 013. Reaper 077. Head to the Exit. Bus doors will be open for survived players after dawn.] An old man from seat number 09 stood and waited at the entrance of the door. He didn’t seem scared at all. As if he was used to all of this.

Their Alpha’s had kept this particular aspect tight-lipped, the revelation was shocking to say the least. “There’s no time to get into the logistics.” River continued. “The most you need to know at this point is that the Battle of the Alpha’s is over, my brothers forfeited their right to compete before completing the bond with Brielle and I shall shortly be doing the same.” “At least we hope.” Kane grumbled. The warriors eyes zoned in on the two standing either side of River. The flesh of their neck exposed to each of them, wearing their mate’s mark with nothing but pride.