Anti Hero Deadpool Novels & Stories

Zane’s POV I was covered in sweat and splashes of blood when I heard my phone ringing erratically. The caller ID showed it was my Dad, I frowned and picked up the call, at the same time I motioned Ronan to take care of the motherfucker that was nearly dead in front of me. Garret should have never messed with someone like me, no matter how tough of a guy he is, he cannot win against me! And Ronan was also here to help me, on top of that. There was no way he stood a chance against two future Alphas.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

I added, "after what you just tried to do to Ember." Something shifted in Hilary's face at that. The practiced softness disappeared and what replaced it was something older and harder. She leaned in close enough that only I could hear her. "I know who you are, Knox," she said quietly. "I know exactly what you are. And I know that you can never love a human without killing them. So think about that the next time you want to play hero for the poor girl." She walked away before I could respond.

"This is an Orphan Adoption Certificate issued by the Department of Social Services in 2007. Adopted individual: Emily Wertheimer, formerly Emily Carter. Adoptive parents: James Wertheimer and Susan Marshall." Then I pulled out the small booklet and opened it to the first page. "This is a Certificate of Martyr's Family Status. Martyr's name: Allan Carter, former Deputy Captain of the Third Squadron, Southwest Border Narcotics Task Force. Died in the line of duty on March 17, 2006, during a cross-border drug interdiction mission." I raised both documents above my head. "My biological father's name is Allan Carter—not Allan Wertheimer. He wasn't a criminal. He was a war hero."

" You may be happy that you are killing a villainess like me don't you ? You may have been provoked to killme on the temptation of money . Isn't it?Tsk!!" " You will became a hero now for that bastards . Don't you? Ha ha ha .." she laughed vigorously as she thought how stupid she was to trust this bitch 'who bites the hands which gave her milk' " You are just like that worm out their who wants me dead. You should pray that I die like this or else I will make you regret this for the rest of your life, if I survive." " If I feel regret , then that will be for , unable to avenge for Collen. My best friend who died while saving me . "

It was lowered down with conveyer belt bindings as the large blue lightning bolt emblem representing the greatest hero the world had ever known sparkled in contrast to the black of the casket. The entire city was in tears, following the sapphire speedster's death after it was confirmed by papparazo who had been hungry for a story that same ill-fated day when he stumbled upon the Blue Streak battling it out with another dangerous being that way thought to be the cause of his death. Everything had happened so fast but he had managed to catch sight of the Blue Streak exploding into nothing and destroying whatever he a as fighting together with him. The footage went viral in a matter of seconds

After sending the text message to Aunt Gracie, I thanked the policemen who helped me and quickly switched to a different hotel after that. It was only then that my tension finally eased up. I felt my pounding heart slowly calm down after stepping into my new hotel room. A short while later, however, I received a notification on my phone. Randell and Evelyn had made it official and gone public about it. They posted a photo of their hands tightly holding each other under the street lamp, and the accompanying caption said, "You're my hero." I was just about to block Evelyn on all my social media too when she suddenly privately messaged me and said, "Cassidy, you've probably already seen my post

The human version of Hulk as the announcer had called him. He stared at me with bloodshot eyes, like a predator ready to devour its prey. He had eliminated four men before me. I was the last guy on the list since my entry came late. I hadn't planned on going to fight but after Kris shut me out, I needed to take my anger out on something or particularly someone. I'd never been good with anger management. When vexed, someone dies. It's how I'd been trained. The bell went off signalling for the fight to start. Hulk charged at me and a smile broke out of my face.

" Sir!" I tried to call him, but his eyes were still closed. Rather he looked in too much pain, his back was arched up. Creases appear on his forehead. " Sir!" My heart stops when suddenly his body drops back on the bed. His hand drops beside him. His eyes go still. And I move back in fear. He...he can't die...no ..moon goddess please... You can't do this. He is my hero. The strongest man in the world. He can't die so easily.

In my defence I was high off magic and power. "Maybe you should have been paying attention to where you're going," he snapped, grounding his foot to the ground. My shoulders tensed as I spotted his intention for me and a glimpse of why his girlfriend broke up with him and what he recently did to her. Yes, I acknowledge that I have a hero complex, where I like to kick assholes ass for hurting the women in their life. Maybe I just like the fact that I'm no longer the weak magicless little girl, who was bullied. Amberly Vera might have created a monster.