Angry Deadpool Novels & Stories

An angry red spot was beginning to form on his chin where the force of the ball had hit him. The world stopped right at that moment for me when I met his murderous glare, that screamed in capital letters. YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD!!. ******* don't forget to drop your comments !!

he said through gritted teeth She filled with anger at his touch and moved fast so he would unhand her he didnt causing her shoulder to dislocate. He hissed in pain, and cursed under his breath, he pulled her forward and used his other hand to push it back in place, he hissed again as the pain traveled up and down his arm, but nothing, not even a flinch, from his little tank. she had stilled even her feelings going numb until an icy rage began to fill him, he felt his eyes round as he looked at her face only to take a breath when he realized she wasnt looking at him with this feeling, he turned to see his brother held an ipad screen their way in it was a video of mave laying on a cot with si

The gap between their powers was just too great. "TOGETHER!" screamed a voice, rallying the rest of the League and everyone threw themselves at Angus. Bang! Warm blood gushed and spattered on the ground; one of the League's warriors fell with a hole right at the center of his torso caused by one of Angus's scarlet-red death rays. Boom! Another explosion erupted as Angus summoned his powers to invoke a blast of heat wave that pummeled into more than a dozen men, tossing them back with blood pouring from their mouths.

"Daddy will keep you safe." As he started to say the magic words that would take her to safety, an arrow flew past his ear and struck the wall behind him. He had hardly any time to react when another arrow hit him right in the chest. The sharp pain shot through his body like a lightning bolt, making him stagger backward. Draven felt blood oozing from the wound. He fell to his knees but refused to give up. With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke.

he said, his voice heavy with resignation. My grief turned into anger, and I directed my fury towards Mateo. Through my tears, I angrily questioned him about any potential involvement with the gang responsible for the attack. The pain I felt manifested as rage, and I demanded answers. "Do you have any connection with these gangs?" I shouted, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and sorrow. "Tell me now!" Mateo, taken aback by my outburst, finally revealed the truth. He confessed that the gang members were the henchmen of the notorious Angel of death, the very man I had killed. The revelation struck me like a thunderbolt, intensifying the turmoil within me.

“You can’t help me if you’re dead!” I ignored him, focusing on the fight. My muscles burned, but I refused to stop. “Behind you!” Mike roared. I turned too late. A claw raked across my shoulder, and I stumbled, pain shooting through me. “Lola!” Mike shouted, his voice laced with fury. He tore through the creature, his claws ripping it apart. “I’m fine!” I said, gripping my dagger tightly. “Keep fighting!” Tom watched from the edge of the clearing, his expression smug.

"Sorry for the lack of discipline. It seems I didn't train my boys right." ‘​It's not like I expected anything less from the Mad Dog's followers,’ I thought to myself, a cold, sarcastic chuckle echoing in my mind. ​I leaned forward, placing both hands flat on the mahogany table, and locked eyes with every single lieutenant in the room, letting the raw, unyielding aura of a five-year apocalypse survivor bleed into my gaze. ​"You think this is about the Calpanos or the Martins?" I began, my voice quiet, clear, and dripping with absolute authority. "You think you're big men because you know how to shoot a rival gang on a city street? Let me tell you something..."

I assess the room for a brief second, eight men, four guns and three knives, each man seems to have two guns, this isn’t a fair fight, for them of course, this is going to be some Deadpool scene. Angelo and I stand shoulder to shoulder and start shooting, aiming for the head. They surround us, and we end up back-to-back, shooting at them. More starting coming out, and I realise that this might not end well, the fight continues. I shoot at one of the men, and he goes down before one shoot from behind him, missing my head by a mere inch. I raise my pistol and shoot at him, putting four bullets into his body before he drops to the ground.

While she flaunted the gifts she received from Peter, she also took photos of me in my unsightly condition. Her captions only got snarkier with every post. "Can someone tell me when she'll be meeting her maker?" "Spending a dead person's money delightfully. It's time to be extravagant." "How can one torment someone in a vegetative state without leaving a trace?" Flustered, Selena tried to tear the papers up. "Bitch, you fabricated these!" I watched her calmly as she tore at the papers like a madwoman. "Tear them up all you want. I've made copies of them."

“There’s no way she’s alive. I killed her, Silas, and Calida during the Dark War. There was no way she could have survived it.” “Well, apparently she did,” Euan says. “We need to call Cerberus and Alstin.” Aunt Morrigan says, looking at Uncle Rian. “Can that wait until morning? It’s late and we need to get cleaned up. All of the injured are in the pack hospital and the dead are in the morgue.” “I suppose it can wait. I would rather it didn’t, but I suppose waiting a few hours won’t make much of a difference.” Aunt Morrigan sighs.