Angry Deadpool Novels & Stories

Christopher punched the man's face, causing him to tumble to the floor. It confused Jasmine as she looked at him. Why did he look like Tyler? Christopher ended up beating the man to a pulp, putting fear into the hearts of the other goons present. When he finished, he immediately brought out his handkerchief and wiped off the bloodstains from his hands before dumping the cloth on the unconscious man's body. He had finally gotten rid of that pent-up anger. Without thinking twice, he immediately grabbed Jasmine's hands before pulling her out and to the back of the bar.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV Adrenaline was still pumping through my body. Watching Valentina's dad die was something I had to do, and with his death, my anger faded away. The guy fucking infuriated me, he was really disgusting. I shouldn't waste another moment thinking about him.

At the fact that she did everything right and it still comes down to this narrow strip of concrete and a bad gate and the simple, brutal truth that one person is not enough against this. Her grip tightens on the knife. Her shoulders square. “If this is it,” she says, voice low, steady, furious, “this is a stupid ending.” The horde surges. Closer. Closer— Maya bares her teeth. And for the first time since the world ended, she is not calculating. She is just angry.

She grunts and retaliates, her knuckles slamming into my stomach. The air rushes out of my lungs, but I don’t stop. Can’t stop. I grab her arm, using her own momentum to throw her off balance, then drive my knee upward… Kate catches it an inch from her face and twists, sending me crashing to the ground. I hit hard enough to see stars. “Dead,” Kate announces, standing over me. “You let your anger control you. Anger makes you sloppy. Anger gets you killed.” I lay there, chest heaving, tasting blood and dirt.

Intense anger that only appeared once in a blue moon but was very dangerous. “Stand up!” He shouted again with eyes that could kill. “Fight or die!” His words were like venom to one’s soul. Scared and rattled, the man stood up to save his life but was directly shoved back to the ground with Bill’s heavy punches. He was bleeding a lot and so Bill’s fists but he seemed not to feel it. Bill continued punching and kicking the unconscious man on the ground. He was releasing every anger in his body especially his anger to Arabella.

he muttered as he looked at his borrowed shoes. "Not if I do first!" Angry thrust a wavy dagger at the Emperor. In order to avoid him, Devrim went to his knees. Thinking quickly he wrapped the rope in his hand around his fingers and punched Angry with all his might. The rope-hardened fist connected with the pirate's jaw with a bone crunching crack. Black liquid and tooth shards fell out of Angry's mouth as he collapsed on the Emperor. "My tooth!" In his lust to find creative ways to kill others, Angry had bought a false tooth and filled it with poison. It had been a fail safe to avoid being tortured, but the extra power from the rope had been enough to bust it prematurely.

They’re apprehensive after what I did with my dad’s bracelet, but they’re coming regardless. Coming to finish Alec off, and me along with him. And for what? Because we exist? I’ve never harmed anyone, and I’m sure Alec hasn’t either. Those kids in the dorms didn’t deserve what happened to them. Rage unlike any I’ve ever known floods me. It propels me forward with the gravitational force of a planet. I meet the first Silver Hunter head on, grabbing their arm and forcing them to drop their sword before I punch them in the gut.

And why? — You're a jerk, Caccini! You offended me just because I wanted to repay what you did for me! Why the fuck were you bleeding like that? — I exclaimed in a tone that the words scratched my throat. — Who can get beaten up so much in a single night? Who comes back from the dead and is already looking to die again? Boston isn't even that dangerous to take a on any street corner! Despite the questions, I didn't expect an answer. He didn't owe me, it was more of a vent.

Finn looked toward his Alpha for confirmation. Brodi fought the urge to growl. He didn't recognize their scents so they could only be from the Blackfoot Pack. "Killian! This must be where his pack holed up. I will kill him where he stands if he has anything to do with this." Finn sent two of his patrol around to flank the guards ahead so they could not escape to warn the rest of the Blackfoot Pack. Once they advised him they were in position, Brodi, Finn and two more of his team trotted up the path. The men jumped out of the trees and pointed weapons at them just as they had expected. Brodi's deep, rumbling growl made every hair on the men's bodies stand at attention. Brodi pushed his Alpha

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo