Angry Deadpool Novels & Stories

Mac sharpened and angry; If you don't shut up, bitch, I swear I'll make you suffer in pain like you've never seen in your life, I'll make you beg me to kill you, to make this skinny body of yours only see the openings of my fangs, it's better for you to shut up

To say that I'm proud of my mate is an understatement, he's literally one of the most powerful Beings to walk this earth and he has no idea. "It doesn-" "Tut tut. And here I was thinking we could work out this little...misunderstanding." The chilling voice that still haunts my nightmares cuts Angel off, making my breathing stop in my throat. Angels eyes never left mine, he knows who the man is without asking, he knows before if the fear plastered in my eyes. The dead fury that was glinting in my mates eyes was something that I'd never seen before, he'd never been this angry, this livid. Like he was about to burst into flames and ignite the fire across the entire world killing everyone in his

She clawed at them angrily, removing their body parts and throwing them like a filthy rag. They gasped in disgust as she jumped on a man who was on a mild shift, crushing his brain with her paws. Nobody knew when the fight started; they couldn’t keep track, but the once-full field was filled with dead men, with their body parts everywhere. She killed them all, not leaving any behind; she tore into them like an angry beast, not even giving them a breathing space. The whole arena was dead silent as she stood in the middle of their field. They could still feel her anger as she growled. Suddenly, they heard a high-pitched voice. They all looked in the same direction, and Jane stood there with a

It was holding well. Then the anger swelled up. The anger of all that started all this. Hadford. The scandal. Drug deal. My unjustified death. Mother. The saw shook violently in the boys hands before escaping and blasting into a cloud of dust. When I turned to face the assholes, my eyes where glowing a bright orange and before I knew it, my whole body was ignited in fire as I let out a blood curdling roar and charged towards them. I brought my hands together, that sent out a huge ripple of fire, sending the goons flying backwards, some burning and some hitting the walls.

The words seemed to cut through the anger, but Darren was more than angry. Darren, consumed by an overwhelming fury, summoned a final burst of strength. With a menacing growl, he landed a devastating blow to Stanley's jaw, causing him to crumple to the ground, unconscious. The crowd gasped in horror at the sight, realizing the severity of the situation.

I punched that bastard's face while I kept reciting each word onto his disfigured face. ' How dare he insult us? We aren't an easy one to deal with!' My wolf roared angrily whilst I kept hitting that man's face like a punching bag. Until my anger cools down or maybe this was the only way to release my bottled-up urge to kill somebody. I glanced around at the fuckers who were watching the scene instead of helping their dying officer. That's one of things disgust me most about vampires. " You all are fucking COWARDS! Do you hear me Bastards ? Fucking cowards watching the drama like dead statues!" I chuckled, tossing the body of that man somewhere near the corner of the room.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek. "See? He's breathing!" I ignored Chester's howls, grabbed my aunt's hand, and pressed it against his neck. She jerked her hand back as if shocked, taking a moment to process. "Chester's not dead? Then what was all that before?" Chester, drenched in sweat from the commotion, scrambled to clear things up. "The hospital screwed up. I just had a bad reaction to some booze. "My body went into survival mode when my temperature tanked, and voila, I'm back.

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.

"Why can't I say it? Just hearing it already tears you apart, eh? What about me, the one who lived it? Do you think I don't feel the pain? "Noah, it hurts so much… It really hurts!" Nemera wept bitterly, but inside, I could feel that she was utterly calm. Noah cradled her carefully, whispering, "Sadie, I'll avenge you. I swear I will." Nemera buried her face in his chest, her tearful eyes looking up at him. "I lost my mother, my father, and my child… I may have even lost the chance to ever be a mother again.