Colossus X Deadpool Novels & Stories

Anna whispered fiercely, driving her hand into the center of the pedestal. A sharp silver needle extended from the mechanism, piercing the palm of her hand. The pedestal hummed to life pulsing with a deep, rhythmic amber glow that matched her heartbeat. Across the subterranean vault, the runes carved into the remaining stone pillars began to flare to life, casting long sharp shadows against the dust filled air. The Colossus felt the shift immediately. It let out a soundless roar that sent a physical shockwave through the room, turning to face Anna. It ignored Liam entirely, raising both fists high into the air, preparing to bring them down directly onto the central terminal and Anna with it.

“But I’ve had some… visitors today. Men asking questions about who funds the shelter, who we work with.” Lucian’s jaw tightened. “What kind of questions?” “Too specific,” Isabella said quietly. “ Before Cassia could respond, the front door of the bookstore swung open with a force that sent chimes clattering against the glass. A young man stood in the doorway, framed by the dying autumn light. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones that reminded Cassia of Miguel, one of Reyes’s most ruthless lieutenants, who’d been arrested during the raid outside Tacoma. But in his eyes, there was something else entirely, the cold, burning intensity she’d only ever seen in one person, Reyes

In that moment, it felt like the blood vessels in my brain were about to explode. I froze where I stood. The glass slipped from my hand and shattered against the floor, shards scattering everywhere. Caitlin Watson flinched like a startled cat and whipped her head around. The sultry look on her face hadn’t fully faded. Around her neck, a black leather collar gleamed under the light. A dog’s collar. Half-naked, Jackson Dalton sat sprawled arrogantly across the expensive leather sofa I had just bought, the leash clenched in his hand. When he saw me, he didn’t panic. Instead, he broke into a wide grin.

Byron’s POV Ms Dodds appeared to be a more intelligent member of the Werewolf Council which wasn’t saying a lot. Her companion said very little, just stared. “How did she seem?” Mo asked, nursing a sleepy Zoe, which was amazing in itself. “Down.” I was tempted to roll my eyes but I had to remember my status. “And do you think – ?” Whatever my sister had been about to ask was interrupted by the late arrival of Ricky. This wasn’t a good start.

she spat. Cole slowly rose to his feet, his fiery red eyes glowing as his horns grew and black claws extended from his fingertips. "I'm going to rip you apart." Fangs showed through his teeth. "I will make you regret every decision you made to hurt the ones I love." Lilith's lips curled up maliciously. "Now this should be fun."

I shamelessly stared at the male specimen in front of me. I looked into his intense black eyes that raked over my body as he began to run his tongue over his alluring pink lips. Maybe I could have a taste or two. Who is this hot spicy guy? It was until I clearly saw him under the proper light that shone exposing his sharp features. "He is Xela, your fiance," Vinod said in a hushed voice. What the- the world around me becane silent until I can only hear my rapid heartbeat. I knew him. Holy Shit! He is Aryan fucking Chopra, CEO of global enterprises. An arrogant self-conceited handsome asshole. I can't believe I swooned over him just a second before.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

From the reports and news, the Colossi came out of their habitats and helped to fight the Scarlett Army during the war a year ago. “Why me?” Matthew asked. “I’m looking for people that are willing to explore that unknown area and subdue the Colossus, but not kill it. Given the show that you put on the other day in my desert, I thought you’d be perfect for the job.” “Well, I’m not entirely sure about that. Why don’t you want it dead?” “The Colossi are considered ancient divine beings with great power. Some say that it could incur their wrath if one upsets them. Well, from a more official point of view, it’s to preserve their species. They’re the last of their kind, after all.”

The wasteland didn't have the poetic beauty of the simulation’s ruins. There were no ivy-covered towers or tragic sunsets. There was only the smell of wet concrete, the skeletal remains of billboards for products that no longer existed, and the oppressive, heavy silence of a world that had been paused for twenty years. The armored transport skidded to a halt as the **Colossus** loomed over us. Up close, the Reaper machine was a nightmare of obsidian and moving gears, its many legs stabbing into the earth with the force of falling meteors.