Deadpool 2 Cast Vanisher Novels & Stories

unconscious rider. "We need to know what they know." I put the earpiece in. Static. Then, a voice. "...Patrol 4, report. Did you find the debris field?" I stayed silent. "Patrol 4? Respond." Then, a new voice cut in. A voice that made my blood run cold. It wasn't a mercenary captain. It was Elder Vane. "If they are not responding," Vane’s smooth, oily voice said over the channel, "assume they have engaged the targets. Deploy the drone swarm to their last known coordinates. And remember the narrative: No survivors. The avalanche killed them. We are just recovering remains." I ripped the earpiece out. "They aren't looking for prisoners," I told Damian. "Vane is running the op. He wants us dea

a voice rasped from the darkness. ​Elara pulled back the hood of the Void Cloak, her silver hair spilling out like a waterfall of moonlight against the grey sky. She stepped out from behind Caleb, her chin tilted high despite the exhaustion racking her frame. ​A man stepped forward into the clearing. It was Alpha Vance. When Elara had last seen him, he had been a "Grave-Knight," a twisted centaur of shadow-flesh. Now, he was human again, but the cost was visible. A network of obsidian-colored veins climbed up the side of his neck and face, pulsing with a faint, sickly indigo light. Behind him stood Alpha Sarah of the Blood-Moon, her left arm strapped to her chest in a permanent, shriveled sl

One by one, the iron gates of the opposing preparation bays ground open. First came the **Iron-Scale Pitbull**—a massive, seven-foot beast of a shifter whose skin was covered in dark, metallic reptilian scales, his jaw dripping with acidic foam. Next entered the **Void-Blade Brothers**—twin syndicate assassins from the North, their bodies woven with shadow-relics that allowed their arms to blur into razor-sharp spectral edges. And finally, from the central gate, stepped **Victor Vance**. Agnes’s breath caught in her throat.

Xander stood in the bay, surrounded by a specialized unit of Shadow-Sentinels—lycans and vampires who had sworn a blood-oath to the LNI Mandate. "Target is a decommissioned logging camp," Cassius’s voice crackled over the comms. "Thermal signatures show twenty-four hostiles. They’ve bypassed the LNI 'Dampener-Wards' using a raw blood-ritual. Xander, the leader is a Warg named Fenris-Vane. He was a high-ranking enforcer for the Veil before the Conduit blew. He doesn't want peace. He wants a throne built on bones." "He can have the dirt," Xander growled as the bay doors hissed open.

I stood by James mind-linking him to lean his forehead against mine which he did as the glitter spread towards Zander who had managed to repel him but no more. Vihara was in a trance as her body visibly weakened but also Zander’s because now they are Joanna and Damien stood with their arms outstretched towards him and muttered as their eyes rolled, that wasn’t exactly a pretty sight knowing we were running out of energy but his skin starting to red and fall off, there was a sigh and crash and horrible squeak like thousands of rabid cats. Joanna and Damien were on the verge of exhaustion but Vihara was and the end letting out a sigh as a thick black cloud left Zander’s body, leaving only ashe

She felt a weight leave her chest—the heavy, suffocating presence of the Duke was gone. When the dust settled, the Catacombs were silent. The Executioners had vanished, their white masks left behind as cracked porcelain shards on the floor. Elara looked up, her breathing ragged. Standing before the altar were two men. ********** One was Vane. The real Vane. He looked human, his charcoal suit dusty but intact, his grey eyes clear and filled with an almost painful tenderness. He was solid. He was breathing. The other man was his shadow. Malphas.

“Now you can be with Elara, clean and unburdened.” I could no longer hear what followed. Blood roared in my ears, drowning out every other sound. Then Elara appeared. My mother cradled her child, her tone suddenly gentle. “This is your son,” she said. “A pureblood vampire.” “Forget that woman.” Something inside me shattered. “Shut up.” The words came out low, unstable. “All of you. Shut up.” My chest heaved violently. Any remaining restraint collapsed. “You don’t understand anything,” I said hoarsely.

Somehow, I was still inside it. For a long moment, I heard nothing, but the hissing of vampires in the distance. Vanessa grunted above me. I heard her moving and the slide of metal on metal before she fired into the darkness and silence fell again. “Dune? Apollo?” Vanessa asked. I blinked. I recognized those names vaguely. Hadn’t they come with me and Candido into the caves? “Dune?” Vanessa asked more urgently. “Apollo!” I heard nothing. She climbed out of the jeep with a grunt. I heard the door creak open.

By this time, Uncle Rian and Uncle Cormac have shown up along with the twins, Owen and Marcus, and Uncle Cormac’s son, Angus. “No, they didn’t say a word. Why?” Euan goes on to tell the group what the white tiger shifter said about me being his mate, how the dark spell caster Beatrix had helped them with their attack and that she hadn’t mentioned something to them. Auntie Morrigan’s face went from a look of concentration to downright murderous hearing Beatrix’s name. “There’s no way she’s alive. I killed her, Silas, and Calida during the Dark War. There was no way she could have survived it.”