Angry Deadpool Novels & Stories

The sound of my name ripped through my thoughts like a whip. I looked up, startled, to see Hoodie Guy — his face red, his jaw tight, fury written all over him. “Don’t even fucking think about it!” he shouted. His voice echoed through the metal chamber, raw and unfiltered. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. He was glaring at me like I’d just angered him. His chest rose and fell sharply as he took a step closer to the edge. “If you die again,” he shouted, voice cracking, “I’ll chase you down even in hell, you hear me? Don’t you dare let go!”

"...I will use you." --- An alarm blared. Evelyn raised the Arclight gun and pulled the trigger. The silver bullet exploded, creating a blinding flash of light. Callen dodged quickly, his staff glowing. Two energy forces – holy blood and black blood – collided, exploding into a blinding white orb. Evelyn was thrown back, her back crashing into a glass pane. A container shattered, red blood spilling out like a living river. Callen stepped forward, his voice echoing through the room.

My mom and dad's came with us, and all three looked stressed. "I swear I don't get how I died or flat lined Angie, but I need to talk to mom." I was going to tell her about the underworld leader liking her. Leonardo was scary but funny. He seems obsessed with mom. When Angie leaves, I sit up, and hiss in agony, my chest and ribs are killing me. Mom rushes over and I talk to her about the moon goddess and the underworld leader or boss. She giggles at this but then coughs to cover it up.

She's so angry you can hear the angry tears that females get in her voice. "I didn't forget that I'm fucking pregnant! And I didn't loose the twins! My mate was dying! My best friend was dying! Do you not give a shit that both of your sons were dying? Do you have any idea how I was feeling at being able to see it all unfold and being helpless to stop it? I did what the hell I had to fucking do when I seen them firing silver rounds into the crowd! There were only three beings out there that couldn't be affected by silver. They were all occupied with the horde. You know what! Fuck this shit! Next time, I'll let all the ungrateful assholes die to protect the immortal being!"

one of them added, his language becoming a gutter-stream of filth. I felt the gun in my waistband burn against my skin. My vision began to tunnel. I wanted to tear that man's hand off. "I’d rather kill myself than let a disgusting pile of garbage like you touch me," Angel said, his voice dropping into a deadly, vibrating low. Before Leo could respond, Angel snapped his head forward. A brutal, perfectly timed headbutt connected right with Leo’s nose. There was a sickening crack, and the thug stumbled back, howling, blood instantly trailing down his chin.

“URGGGGGG!!!!!!” Zachary banged his fists on the wall angrily as he screamed in frustration. His knuckles were cut open and blood oozed from them as soon as his fists collided with the hard rock. But his face showed no sign of pain or sadness. His eyes had turned completely blood-red while his knife-sharp fangs made deep cuts on his lips. A thin stream of blood was flowing down from the side of his lip as he glared at the four walls of this huge dungeon in which he was forcefully locked up ferociously.

However, the shining edge was never quite in line. A reddish-brown avalanche sprang out of nowhere and burst through the side tunnel next to Callum's room. The armored juggernaut came down on the dark lord and pushed him violently against the far wall, with the force and ferocity of a hurricane's embrace. Callum's breath left his lungs in a stunned whoosh of complete astonishment due to the impact. His deadly knife skittered pointlessly over the floor as he tried to tame that uncontrollable energy. The figure then resolved itself into Alpha Darrel, his talons driving deadly deep into Callum's shoulders as a tsunami of suppressed rage erupted into a howl of unadulterated, unbridled aggression

Someone. Dad's eyes are still wide open, emotionless. The entire incident comes flooding back to me all at once, and I slump to the ground, the newfound energy getting zapped out of me all at once. "*We must get revenge,*" the Angry Voice in my head says, and I nod, still tired, but happy at the fact that she hasn't lost her anger mode due to my fatigue. "Let me lend you some of my strength, young one," the voice says again, and I blink. "I'm sorry, wha-"

Before he could react, my right hand seized his wrist tightly. The poisoned dagger fell from his grasp. I followed with a brutal kick that sent him crashing into a nearby tree. Crack! The sound of ribs breaking echoed through the forest. Two more Death Apostles charged toward me. Their bodies rapidly transformed into strange black beasts with bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent. Without the slightest hesitation, they attacked again. I released a deep growl. My claws swept outward. One beast died instantly. Andrew struck another attacker with a powerful kick, smashing him against a massive tree.

This son of a bitch won't survive. James looks back, sees me approaching and, instead of running, stops. He turns and takes up a fighting stance, his face cold and inexpressive. I charge forward, hatred guiding every step, but he strikes first. His fist hits my jaw. My head turns, but I don't flinch an inch. I respond with a straight punch to his ribs, feeling the impact reverberate. He steps back and measures the distance carefully. He doesn't want me to get close, so this is how I'm going to knock him down. When I get close, thinking about grabbing James by the neck, in one swift movement, he pulls a dagger out of his pocket and drives it into my thigh. The pain explodes, radiating through