Angry Deadpool Novels & Stories

The day began sadly with the Head warrior's funeral and then with a new assassination attempt on Angel. Heavy air hung over the entire pack. So many different feelings had already passed in everyone's hearts. The happiness of having a new Luna and the disappointment of knowing that Angel had rejected his destiny. The peace and abundance of the pack and war terrify everyone once again. Angel's kidnapping and rape, and the death of a great warrior. Angel's unexpected strength, which killed the enemy, and the death of the old alpha that everyone loved and respected after another attempt on Angel. The sadness they saw in their future Alpha, and the final departure of the only person who could ma

Not just angry—he looks murderous. What the fuck is this, then?

he smirked through his blood coated lips and then dropped back onto the ground with a grunt. He didn’t say her name, but I could take a good guess as to who he was talking about. Fucking Zelena. It doesn’t take much to make me angry, it never has. But I have always been able to maintain a firm grip on my anger. Showing any kind of emotion, even considering letting my anger explode, would have resulted in punishment. Learning to control myself happened very quickly in life. Hearing this dog's words, his dying jesting, his attempt at angering me, it worked a treat. My skin turned icy cold with the fury that rolled through me. This pathetic mutt thinks that she is better than me. ME! He is craz

This will haunt me for the rest of my life, knowing that I’m the reason she’s an Undead, something she didn’t want to be. I cradle my mate’s body in my arms, trying to stop the bleeding from her neck. “Get Doc!!!” I yell out in absolute agony. I know he’s somewhere around, helping the guys who got hurt. I feel as if my heart will burst out of my chest from the pain I’m feeling right now as my mate’s blood spills through my fingers, along with her life. She can’t die!!! I won’t let her die. I notice Shane rip the fucker who attacked Angel to shreds with his bare hands. He’s one of the few who were fighting in human forms. The Deads, along with Aiden and Asher look furious.

The lifeless body of the warrior dropped to the ground, blood splattering everywhere. Jade's entire hand was covered in blood as he dropped the crushed heart of the dead warrior. The other warriors began to growl aggressively, their anger increasing on seeing the dead body of their comrade. The fact that Jade didn't show an ounce of respect for their Alpha fueled their rage and a few shifted, ready to lunge at Jade and attack him.

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

Adams yelled out angrily before charging toward them, his fury intensifying. With his arms outstretched, he leaped high into the air, letting out a primal cry as his razor-sharp claws tore into the eyes of one of the men upon landing. Blocking a punch with his left arm, he swiftly followed up with a powerful right jab to the man's neck, snapping it instantly, causing him to collapse onto the floor, lifeless. Adams crushed his skull with a forceful stomp to his face. Rage and anger consumed Adams, his blood and intestines boiling with a potent mix of hatred and anguish.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

"I need Julian to hate her guts. That's the only way I get access to the company. Do you have any idea how much his company is worth right now? I never thought that lapdog had it in him... Mmm, yeah, harder..." The woman spewing this garbage was none other than Lily, Julian's so-called 'innocent' childhood sweetheart. Standing just outside the door, Julian felt his world shatter. The rage did not just hit him–it possessed him. He burst into the room and slapped Lily across the face so hard that it echoed. "You witch!" he screamed. The humiliation of being played, of being treated like a clueless ATM, blinded him. He turned on Dr. Reynolds and went full Spartan-kick, sending the man tumbling

This action was unprecedented; even in their fiercest fights, she had always kept his contact saved and unblocked, unwilling to lose their call and chat histories. Bradley, concerned about Wade's condition, caught up with him. "I'll drive. I don't trust you behind the wheel right now." In his current condition, Wade would surely crash. Wade remained silent. Once they were in the car, Bradley said quietly, "You know the man too." Wade lifted his gaze. Bradley continued, "It's Chad Hockney." At that name, the forced calm Wade had achieved shattered instantly, replaced by a cold wave of terror and panic. It felt as if an invisible hand had clamped down on his windpipe, stealing his breath.