Anti Hero Deadpool Novels & Stories

Each face in the crowd looked on at me in absolute horror, as if they were preparing themselves to witness my death. I looked on at the rumored Alpha Killian as he came to a stop a mere five feet in front of me. I could finally see where all of the rumors had come from. While I stood at a whopping 5'3', Alpha Killian had to be well over 6' tall. Not only did he tower over me in height, but the frame of his body was enormous, with hands as big as my entire face. I resisted a shutter as I thought about how easily he could crush me, and end my simple life. Taking a deep breath, I looked up into the face of my mate, and felt my mouth open.

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

She had been here before in this dark miserable place. Now she stood in the middle of Central Park staring at the naked trees almost as if she could make the blossoms bloom. She knew that it wasn't just the park, that beyond the dead trees and overgrown grass the whole city would look just as void of life as these trees. She had an unmistakable knowledge that it was all her doing. That she was responsible for the death of millions of people. There seemed to be nothing she could do about it; it was her destiny to destroy this place and its people. After all they were only humans she should not pity them. They had it coming. They would have done it to themselves eventually. Part of he

The vampires looked around in confusion, unsure of what was happening. "What's going on?" Rajan asked, his weapon at the ready. But Amanda didn't answer. She knew exactly what was happening. Hannah and Darell had arrived, and they were taking back the city. The vampires looked at each other, realizing that they were outnumbered and outmatched. With a snarl, they lunged at Amanda and her group, but they were no match for the trained warriors. Terra dodged a vampire's attack and drove a silver knife into its heart, while Rajan used his sword to decapitate another. Amanda grabbed a nearby stake and plunged it into the chest of a third vampire.

"Yeah, he's my real-life hero." Quade hummed and his playful grin morphed into something a little more sinister, "I'm not much of a fan of heroes. I've always told my girl, it's the villain that will burn down the world for you, damn the consequences." "That's a bit extreme." Quade shrugged, "Sometimes people need to feel an extreme kind of love." Victor glowered at Quade. This time he didn't ask for my hand, he took it and weaved our fingers together before baring his teeth as his friend.

She was the Beta's mate, who had been injured in the battle and lay unconscious in the pack's hospital. Beside the dead warrior, a small 6-year-old puppy cried compulsively while grabbing his mother's face, begging her to open her eyes. The Alpha let the tears fall for his dead warriors, but the little pup was breaking his heart. That little one was like a son to him and his children's best friend.

As long as he profited, he had no complaints. Next up is Marc. If Killian had the opportunity to choose among the four individuals, Marc would undoubtedly be his top pick. Marc, an exceptionally compassionate alpha, held a profound concern for the well-being and health of the citizens. He tirelessly implemented numerous regulations that greatly assisted impoverished families and instilled hope in underprivileged children.

Only the memory of the pain remained—a phantom heat between his shoulder blades. Idiot. You jumped out of a burning building in front of fifty people. You scaled a wall like it was nothing. You survived an explosion without a scratch. He was getting sloppy. Desperate. Letting the mask slip. But he’d heard her scream. And for a moment, he wasn’t Diego Vega, vampire in hiding. He was just a man who could help. He dressed carefully—clean jeans, a button-down shirt. Checked the time. Almost eight. He’d promised Antonia.

“Yours and those of millions of other girls. Thor and Captain America are two of the Holy Chris Trio of MCU.” “The what?” “The Holy Chris Trio. You know, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth and Chris Pratt.” “Oh! Oh wow! Mind. Blown. Why haven’t I noticed that before?” “You’re part of the club, Kate. You officially have a thing for wide-shouldered, tiny-waisted and muscle-bound superheroes.” “I do?”

‘Do you mean to say we are almost immortal? ‘Oh, no.’ She chuckled again. ‘If we were, I wouldn’t be dead now, right?’ I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded. ‘I see your point. To sum it up, we are humans with superpowers of healing.’ Like Wolverine. This comic character was the only superhuman I could think about who fitted the bill. But focusing more on myself, now I could say this was the reason why the bullet and the explosion didn’t kill me. I healed myself.