Sans Death Battle Novels & Stories

The Lighten coughs in blood trying to resist from the five beings. “This is hilarious! He really thinks he can still live after this.” Matteo grab the Lighten’s head and let him see the battlefield. “See?” The southern borders is covered with blood and corpses of the defeated battalion. The sand is all red, dark, and stinky. The battle has almost ended and the sight has brought pleasure to the victorious squad. “See?’’ “c-Cr-cro-crossbr-…crossbreeds…I-“ Matteo strikes him to death with his sharp stone mold. “That ends it here.”, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten.

The duke’s laughter was swallowed by the horn call, and the tide of darkness surged forward. The battle of Dawnspire began not with steel, but with silence—an eerie moment as though the stars themselves held breath. And then chaos descended. Serenya moved through it like a flame untethered. The blade Kaelen had pressed into her palm gleamed as she parried strike after strike, each blow a reminder that she was no longer merely hiding in another’s shadow. Every breath was survival, every heartbeat a choice.

A grunt. Almost… impressed. “She’s a princess,” he muttered, almost like he didn’t believe it. I didn’t answer. I was too busy watching her. She moved through them like she knew them. Like she’d fought these kinds of men before. Not in a ring. Not for sport. But in dark alleys. In war zones. In hell. She fought to kill. Not to win. To erase. When the second man grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back, she let him.

as his voice echoed across the battlefield. The warriors and mages repeated his shout, not losing morale despite the challenging situation. Advancing with weapons and spells ablaze, they were prepared to confront the darkness and safeguard their realm. During the ongoing battle, Eldon remained confident that the opposing side would not surrender. They would battle with all their might, for Kyra, for their deceased companions, and for the possibility of a better tomorrow. The enormous creature released a thunderous bellow, its gaze locked on Eldon. The earth shook as it walked, and the battlefield echoed with the sounds of war and the screams of the spirits.

##1 ##1 Shaina, tell me how Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel was defeated? Tell me how the Undead King died? (Ashg.)

“I’ll get this done. Rest while you can. You’re going to need it. It will be the worst battle in history.” Stefano couldn’t guarantee everyone would come out alive from the battle. After all, it would be the battle against an organization established in the Moon Goddess’ Kingdom. That would give the Knights of Death a good advantage. They were created for battles and had honed their combat skills for thousands of years.

"Ms. Blackwood died on May 20th at Central City Hospital. If you're her friend, the funeral service is being held at Eastside Memorial Cemetery. It started an hour ago." With that, the man hung up. Marcus stared at his phone, his hands beginning to shake. A strange panic crept up his chest, but he pushed it down. This had to be fake. Another one of my elaborate schemes. "Who was that?" Celeste asked from the bed. "Nothing important," Marcus said quickly. "Just some prank call." But deep inside, a tiny voice whispered that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a game. He knew me too well though. I loved him desperately. I would never actually leave him. I would never really choose to die.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

Shay hissed "touch it amd we are goners!" The beast sensed the fear brooding within Shay and it's head snapped towards her, it let out a huge grin, exposing its mouth full of sharpened pointed teeth "Come on girl" it said with in a choked voice, too full of teeth "I dare you to knock me over again!" One thing was made clear, Bree Davidson was almost done, They could both sense her soul exiting inch by inch giving way for the darkness, The daemon began to to advance, it claws extended and it's maw dripping spittle, it eyes black displaying intense hatred

He then took her hand and headed toward the door blissfully. I was deeply hurt, and I tried to stop them. However, my son bit me on the arm and looked at me with resentment. “Why can’t I go with Miss Leia? “If it weren’t for you, Miss Leia would’ve been my mom. How I wish that you were dead!” He must have hated me so much that he left a bleeding bite wound on my arm. During the standoff, a fire broke out in the hallway. We were trapped and waiting anxiously to be rescued.