Dc Deadpool Novels & Stories

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

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.

She stepped on my wound. "Initially, I felt a little guilty toward you, but what you did to Henry wiped it all away. Henry is like a five-year-old. Who knows if you're going to bully him again from now on! I'm going to give him everything you own! So, even if you revoke your declaration of death, you will forever be under his thumb!" Then, she took out a property transfer agreement. "I'm going to make you watch as all the wealth you and the Xander family built all these years becomes Henry's!"

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She even swiped his remaining tech team just for kicks. By the time Julian sobered up enough to care, all he had left was a mountain of debt and a hollow shell of a business. He went berserk and tried to hunt Lily down for payback, but her new boyfriend's goons beat him to a pulp and tossed him onto the curb.

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

I told him and he shook his head. "Be nice babe," Miguel stated and I told him of course I'd be. I picked up Rai and set him on my lap as he watched me curiously. I felt an interesting feeling of being drained when I held him but, unlike a normal person I could refill whatever life force he took from me being the son of a God. I glanced at Miguel and knew with him being Life he wouldn't have sensed it. "You're not a nice boy," the child stated with accusing eyes. I chuckled and said,"I am Death, little one and am nice to those I chose to be." Rai blinked rapidly and fussed a bit before pulling off the tiara on his head and laying down against my chest.

"Fierro, why is your face doesn’t have a mark?" He raised his eyebrow. "Huh?" “N-nevermind . . .” I lowered my gaze. I was just hallucinating. “Are you still dreaming, Maximaze? Wake yourself up first” He sighed, approached me, and laid the tray on my bed. I gazed beside me. There was sunlight. "Maybe . . .” I sighed. “Maybe I was just dreaming—no, those were memories,” I whispered. More than a decade ago, I became the Death Judge. I, Maximaze Lativitus Park, was the youngest Death Judge in history. Having this title helped me learn more about the world. As I gathered more experiences, more nightmares started to haunt me.

"My parents are human. What, did I mutate? If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable." "I’m serious! Look!" After hesitating for a moment, he grit his teeth and carefully handed me his phone. The instant I saw what was on the screen, the mocking smile on my face froze. A cold wind seemed to sweep past me. A chill crawled up my spine. Could it be… Was this why I was trapped in the death loop?

The Duke hadn't just woken up; he had taken the throne. ​He didn't use a scalpel. He didn't use medicine. ​He reached out and grabbed the silver needle with his bare hand. The metal began to melt, turning into liquid lead that hissed against the stone floor. Silas’s eyes widened behind his glasses. ​"The Duke," Silas whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and triumph. "He’s finally here." ​"I am not the Duke," the shadow said, its voice echoing from the very walls of the cathedral. "I am the Debt. And I am here to collect."