Watching Death Battle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

King Death angrily scoffed before he gave my Beta a glare. My Beta was still in her calm demeanor, taking a heavy breath when her eyes flickered while looking at him. Surprisingly, I quickly hid from the wall when my beta’s eyes turned gold. “What are you doing, Your Majesty?” My Beta asked and sounded calmer, while King Death seemed like he was about to throw his anger at her.

I watch as he steps forward, ready to face Aurora. Aurora's smile widens as she faces Lucien. "You're ready to die, aren't you?" she says, her voice filled with glee. "At least I'll go out in a blaze of glory," Lucien replies, his tone grim but determined. Aurora raises her hands, gathering her power. Lucien crouches down, preparing to pounce. The air around them crackles with energy, and I know that the battle is about to begin. I can only watch, terrified, as the two most powerful creatures I know face off against each other. The battle is fierce, and it seems like Aurora is winning. Lucien is covered in cuts and bruises, and he's panting with exertion. But he doesn't give up. He fights on

It was a wound, one I couldn’t ignore. “She was our kingdom’s secretary or as you call them in packs, beta.” Peter gripped the steering wheel firmly, while he spoke. “she died in the recent war against our rival kingdom, the Shadowfang kingdom.” My heart sank with sadness as he spoke. I placed my palm on his muscles, rubbing it gently to calm him. I think I can relate to this somehow, from the moment I was rejected by that asshole, Daniel. I felt like a piece of my life was taken away as my mate had died, and I had no hope of finding another.

My gaze curiously followed his, eager to find out the object of his undivided attention, only to suddenly find myself looking at the only couple of this house, immersed in what appeared to be a some kind of sparring session, for the millionth time awestruck by Death’s actions towards that single being as he so deeply stared at her, seemingly mesmerized by that specific smile, ever so gently gripping her delicate wrists in his large palms, moments before he swiftly pulled her body closer to his, giving her such a sweet and caring kiss on the forehead, feeling my own eyes fill with unshed tears after witnessing such heart-touching moment. “That deep longing...The excruciating pain...” My breat

Therefore, if they could kill each other, not only would they be more famous, but they could easily defeat the sect's potential disciples in the future. Hence, the battle was inevitable. Jayden turned to Maya, and his gaze was filled with aggressiveness. Jayden brazenly looked at Maya's face, down her neck, chest, abdomen, and legs, as if he were a wild beast. His gaze was as if he could not wait to tear Maya's dress off. After that, Jayden looked at Maya, and his eyes flashed with amazement. Soon, he grinned and pointed at Maya and Solana. "It seems that our luck is not bad today. I'll let you two live longer."

They had yet to feel the pain of being burned alive. "Bertha, this was your own choice." With that, I hung up. I felt nothing. When I went downstairs, I saw a group of people waiting there. The moment they saw me, tears sprang up in their eyes. The faces were familiar. They were the same people who, in my previous life, had burned me to death. Back then, they had stood there expressionlessly as they watched me scream in agony in the flames. This time, their faces were filled with gratitude.

“He died in battle, abandoning me and Finn! I have the right to find a new mate, to break my ties with him.” Kael couldn't dodge in time. Beads of blood welled up on his arm. He froze, staring at the unfamiliar, fierce determination in my eyes. “He did it for…” he started to argue, his voice hoarse. “For Ronan? Or for Alina?” I scoffed, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Alina's face was pale. Suddenly, Finn darted in front of me, arms spread wide, letting out a small but ferocious growl at Kael. “Don't you hurt my momma!”

Gold tears spill into its basin. War snarls. “Strike now. While she’s looking up, not at us.” Death smiles faintly. “Strike at what, precisely?” “Her. Him. The wound.” “Which first?” Death asks. It isn’t a question. It’s a dare. They look at me because I am the one meant to say Do it. I don’t. I watch the wound. Something moves behind it. My knowledge of stars and thrones has no name for that movement.

I read the rest fast, skipping small parts until I reach the end of the page. “The light and the darkness each plunged their swords at the heart of their opponent—” It’s as if I can see it, as vivid as if I had been there. And maybe I did see it all. The vision comes back to me. I saw this scene when I di—when I almost died. “Both men fell that day, and so it was known as The Battle of the Fallen.” “Are you into war and battle stuff now?” Raphael asks. “Maybe I am. You don’t know me.”

I saw his family taking him inside, I could not go and see him since I felt like I was the one who caused his death. Why did they end up like this? "We are here." Diane told me, hugging me. I saw Sebastian looking at me, I don't know what he was thinking right now. "Let's go back." Diane said, I nodded my head at her. We then went back inside the Blood Moon pack. As we entered inside, I could not feel the happiness that we won this battle, instead they were all grieving since many had died and they are the loved ones of these people. Many were crying when they heard the news.