Spiderman Death Battle Novels & Stories

Oliver ordered him, but it didn't break him. "I...I can't..." He replied hesitantly. He loved his business more than his life and didn't want all those dark secrets to come out, for they could destroy everything. "I'm asking one last time... WHO IS IT!!?" Oliver lost his temper. The man on the gunpoint stayed quiet and didn't even move a little. He lowered his head and just waited for his death. "Sorry then..." Oliver said one last time before he pulled the trigger. The bullet went into his head, causing immediate death. Oliver didn't even flinch or have a disturbed expression on his face after killing that guy.

He roared, “How arrogant! Even if you have the ability, this is the Dunley family! Take this man down at all costs! Dead or alive!” As soon as he said that, the death warriors surrounding Fennel raised their guns and aimed at Fennel! Even if this guy was Superman, he could not escape death! Just then, a loud shout resounded throughout the Dunley Manor. “Stop! Back down!” Everyone followed the voice and saw Spencer who appeared with a grim face. His hands were behind his back as he walked forward. “Master Spencer!” Shaw ran over in a hurry with a flattering smile on his face.

Boom! In the end, Wolf Tail’s body fell to the ground with a thud. He could not figure out why he had died at the hands of such a young man even at the very last moment. How did he expire in the hands of a young man who didn’t even know how to use inner strength? What was even more incredulous was that he had even injected Red Spider into himself. At this moment, Shaun Yarn and others had finished off other Red Moon kamikaze soldiers. The cold wind continued to blow at Moher Cliff while the ground was stained red with blood.

"You next in line? Even if I didn't get married, which I am, you still couldn't beat War. He'll always be better than you." Death's eyes narrowed and his attacks elevated to a fiercer level. Ribbons of red decorated Dagon's arms and even his neck as Death's energy swirled around them. "War doesn't even care about the soul. He doesn't see the benefit of taking all that power, but I do. You're weaker than me, you will give in." Holly forced herself away from the fight and rushed to Eros's side lifting his head. "Eros? Are you there?"

He thought the council would accept his retirement but it would be the end of his life. “You are stupid! You know you can't survive if you don't finish those and you really told them what you know!” Voice of a man getting out of a car. This is probably their leader. Azrael and Seraphine immediately stood up and pointed the gun at the man but before they could get ready, he tried to shoot Azrael. Azrael was still holding his captured man, He make him like a human shield and caught bullets from their leader's gun. Four gunshots ended his life. Azrael and Seraphine immediately returned fire.

"Did you think a fragment of love could rewrite the laws of the universe? The Moreno bloodline is destined for rule, not service. Today, I will turn your curated heaven into hell!" Lucas hurled a massive ball of blue plasma toward the sky. But the mechanical spiders swarmed together, forming a collective shield that absorbed his energy. I began to run toward the mountain. Under my feet, the soft purple grass was turning into black coal at the touch of the nano-bots. Suddenly, a giant mechanical spider blocked my path. Its eight legs were as sharp as sabers. I gripped my silver sword tightly. "Sona, close your eyes!" I severed one of the spider’s legs with my sword, but to my horror, the seve

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

All I could see as I sat there was her lifeless face staring up at me. A faint chuckle roused me from my thoughts, echoing maliciously off the stone. Across the cell, Yuri sat, his smirk unyielding—a viper basking in the poison of his own making. My promise whispered in the confines of solitude echoed fiercely in my mind: if death were to be my fate, I would drag Yuri down with me. I would kill him with my own hands and enjoy watching the life drain from him.

I thought it would be better for us both if he just killed me because if he didn't, I'd still attempt to kill him. "There's a man willing to pay a high price for you. He's a business partner of mine. Rather than killing you, I'd sell you to him. You'll still die anyway because he kills the woman he fucks right after. That way, you still die like you want to but I'll make a gain off you." Leo got up from the bed and started towards me."Lade Homer, that bastard." I could hear the hostility that echoed in his voice when he mentioned that name.

He was one of my closest buddies. But that’s not the problem here. I freeze as a scary realization hits me. Today is the 27th of December. Ten years ago at exactly 11:00 am New York time, my father was found dead in his office by his secretary. Bella and I never got the full story since we were too young, but the cause of his death remains a mystery to us. And now the time is 11:03 am. Three minutes ago I received that call from Greece.