Skullgirls Watch Death Battle Novels & Stories

She looked at me, "Are you sure you want to make her join the Trials, Dai?" What a stupid question. "Of course, I do, mom! Come on, guys. We are talking about Nsomi Eileithya D'Arcy! I can't let her get away with what she did," I looked at all of them. "And I believe each and all of us, hate her for causing the death of our loved ones! Take her own family and my sister as an example. They all had horrible deaths because of her damn power. Do you think it's okay to let her go like that just because she saw her own death? Yes, it must have been fucked up. But she's used to that now. As she said, everyone will die someday, so what's the problem with her death? I would one hundred percent prefer

She looked up and spoke a challenge to all in her presence. “I challenge you all to the death, and when I’m done there will be nothing left of you to send to the Moon Goddess!” She then did something that made everyone shiver, she smiled and stood in an offensive posture that said, ‘Bring it on.’ Gael was so turned on the midst of battle that he was getting harder by the minute. He quickly got himself back in check. Alpha Montrose’s warriors stood looking around at each other, most were considering what was in front of them, some wanted to take her on. They came to the front, ready to die and they would. Gael mindlinked his warriors to stand ready, but to watch and bear witness to their Luna

Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die."

"Old ancestor!!" "We were thrown away!!" "Fight to the death! Death battle does not retreat! !" The elite remnants of the original Shadow Pack saw this scene, and people's eyes flashed with despair.

She was doing this so she could kill Icran, so she could humiliate him the same way he humiliated her. So she held on, and fought through it as the pictures changed again, back in Icran's office. She saw herself in her blue suit, sitting across from Icran. She watched as Icran walked closer, listening to their conversation again, repeating in her mind. She watched as the knife twirled in her hand, before she shoved it into Icran's gut. She watched herself this time, watched the pain that sprung up on her face, watched as her own gut start bleeding. All she could do was watch. She couldn't give herself a warning. Couldn't help herself as Icran healed himself and left the room, leaving her to

The DarkSword crowd screamed for more, drunk on the violence as they watched their chosen fighters rip each other to pieces. Ava felt her stomach churn, bile rising to the back of her throat. But Cahir shoved her down into a seat next to him, his grip cruel as he forced her to watch. "This is the Death Pit. When two, four, or eight fighters enter, only one makes it out alive—the winner. The rest? Death! Ripped to pieces of flesh, bones, and blood." Cahir grinned at Ava, and her heart thudded hard.

The two girls flanked themselves around, touching their tits to him, more like begging to be seen. I found it hard to watch and stared at the floor instead. Because this man had single-handedly ended hundreds of werewolves' lives in a matter of seconds, being this close to death was terrifyingly difficult. They might’ve called him by many names but he was death made flesh. My eyes found the girls flanking around him, the way they moaned and touched themselves to him, I wondered if they were forced or if they were outrightly enjoying it. Neither the girls nor death spared me a glance and I found my eyes leaving his face.

As mugs fell off tables and shattered into pieces joining in the violent song of claws against the tiled floor, snarls in the air, flesh meeting flesh, of silverware clattering, and Lily’s anguished screams. As I watched the two Alphas fight to the death, I was anything but afraid. I was alive. I was aroused. I came in my panties as release tore through me in shattering waves that made my knees weak. I grabbed the counter to hold myself up. I had never come so hard in my life as I did watching them locked in a fanged embrace. As they battled for honor and dominance. These Alphas were going to be the death of me.