The Death Match Novels & Stories

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

Marcus laughed, throwing his hands out to his sides, gesturing to the five hundred spears pointing directly at my chest. "I am not threatening you, Marcus, I am challenging you," I roared, my voice carrying the ancient, absolute command of the death match ritual. "A formal challenge, right here, right now, just you and me in the center of the dirt, no warriors, no interference, a duel to the absolute death for the insult to my mate."

"We can't freely change our teammates once the teams have been formed. Unless… All your teammates are already gone?" Frank didn't reply. "Forget it. Let's do our best to survive the next three days," I added. I could see Frank typing for a long time. Finally, he replied, "Will you team up with me if all my teammates are gone?" I didn't reply and quietly watched the screen. Ten minutes later, the group chat was flooded with notifications, informing the remaining survivors that several players had died. All of Frank's teammates had been eliminated. Frank immediately sent a request to team up with me. "I've done it! They're all dead. Hurry and accept my request!"

After that day, I never saw Emery again. Sasha's case caused a media storm due to its severity, and she was sentenced to death with immediate execution. Meanwhile, I was busy arranging a funeral for the two innocent children. In my previous life, Emery had managed to save them in time. This time, they could not escape their own mother's cruelty. On the day of the funeral, I stood before their graves with their favorite stuffed animals in my arms. I spoke softly to them. I prayed that they would be blessed with parents who truly loved them in their next lives.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

He demanded. "Her,” Maverick corrected sharply. “Her name is Diana.” “It talks.” “Of course I talk!” I snapped. Nicholai shot me a glare before turning back to Maverick. “Please tell me you plan on killing it, brother.” Brother. The word confirmed what I already suspected. “And why on earth would I kill my mate?” Maverick’s voice was low. I watched the color drain from Nicholai’s face. “Please tell me this is some kind of cruel joke,” Nicholai said with a dry laugh.

Roshan murmured, the fire in his eyes matching the thrill in his blood. And like shadows, they vanished into the night. Rose's POV The ground had been cleared—the earth packed down from countless footsteps, encircled by a ring of spectators whose tense murmurs buzzed like static in the air. This wasn’t just any fight. Two Alphas were about to clash, and the rules were brutal: the match would only end with death… or surrender. Most of the time, surrender came before blood spilled too far. But this was Damian. And knowing how ruthlessly he fought, how little mercy he showed... my stomach coiled in dread.

That was the only way to pull off the death match. The rules were simple. Each living being on Planet Desolation would have a lifespan of 3000 years. Throughout the 3000 years that they had, they would gain an additional 3000 years of lifespan by killing a living being. Otherwise, they would be eradicated by the formation. Concealing oneself was futile, for the formation would search every crook and cranny in the region, forcing everyone to head to the central region. Though simple, it was effective. At the same time, in the Stone Race’s main camp…

Would you like to continue your mission? I was stunned to hear the system say that, and I stared at my mother with bewildered eyes. Despite that, I still shook my head. "No." Loving someone was far too exhausting. Besides, I had already spent twenty-six years loving four women with everything I had. "System, kill me. I'm exhausted. I only want to sleep." I closed my eyes and waited, but the electric shock I was expecting never came. Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

“Ah, yes. Jackson Bender, another loose end, we need to clear up. Council of Pack what say you about Jackson Bender?” “Beta Jason, I didn’t see the footage, so please don’t take my question, as one of disrespect. Can you win in a fair fight against Jackson Bender?” Warrior Eli asked cautiously. “I can.” Beta Jason answered. “Do you want to?” Warrior Eli asked with a glint in his eye. “I do.” Beta Jason responded. “Death Match.” Warrior Eli said, very matter-of-factly. “I like it. I agree to the terms.” Beta Jason said, never moving from his standing position.