Dc Deadpool Novels & Stories

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.

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."

Standing there, barely ten feet away is Jaden staring at me like he has just seen a ghost. His reaction is confirmation enough that he knew my sister and knows that she is dead. "We'll take one of each," a good looking guy in a suit says. I know him, his assisstant who goes everywhere with him. I struggle to take my eyes off Jaden and work on their order. "Anything else?" I ask with a smile which seems to disarm him. They turn to walk away. I won't have another shot. 'Say something, anything' my mind screams at me.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

The Dead is in his wolf form, with blood dripping from his stomach, and the warrior is breathing heavily with scratch marks all over his naked torso. “What’s going on here?!” Leo roars after putting me down. The wolf shifts back when he notices us and my eyes are immediately covered by Leo’s hand. “Beast.” The Dead bows his head as he greets me. “What happened here?” I calmly ask. Leo lets me handle this, knowing I’m in charge of the Deads. “He pulled a silver knife on me. We were not supposed to use weapons.” He snarls, but I can tell his anger is not directed at me.

“I ran his face through every legal database…Italy, Russia, the U.S. Nothing came up. It’s like the dude’s a ghost.” “Well, I hope there’s a but coming,” I said coldly. “And for your sake, you’re a ghost hunter.” Fear flickered in his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah… so I hacked into the black market security network. He’s called The Dead. Weird, right?” “The Dead?” I repeated. Was he fucking serious? “Wait… he’s…” My voice trailed off as the realization hit. “He’s a mercenary,” Ryan finished. “Or more precisely… the head of a mercenary gang.”

"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?