Deadpool Crossover Novels & Stories

Feelings of dread came over her and she could feel her heart in her throat. Ally knew when she flipped the switch there would be another birthday surprise she wasn’t going to be able to handle. She flipped it anyways. Another great masterpiece painted by the late Leonardo da Vinci creeped into her mind, Last Supper, but the Rob Zombie edition. The birthday decorations where all still there. In fact, someone took great care to arrange all of the bodies in the chairs. Some were wearing party hats, other had noise makers in their mouths. Looking at the floor she saw Jeremy’s hair tousled and matted with blood. He was missing his arm, the one that sent her over the edge this morning. He wa

"Thank you, Buttercup. Good girl." Buttercup rubbed her head against him, then jumped down with visible impatience and returned to the tuna. Cyrus turned to the man's corpse, confusion clouding his expression. "He was an Awakened too. Why did I feel nothing when I touched him?" He frowned. "This world keeps getting stranger. The world itself, and the things that mutate within it, make less sense by the day." He stored both bodies in his pocket dimension and cleaned the blood from the scene. The footprints were impossible to erase. They stretched nearly three miles across the snow.

She carefully turned her neck to the direction of the front doors where just by the side stood a man whose silhouette bore a striking resemblance to Jaxon, one she could pick out even in the darkness of the night. He was just—older. His father, she realized. The look he gave her was dark, piercing and deliberate, freezing her in place. “Oh dear,” Naomi started again. “Are you cold? You are freezing. I will get you a jacket. Do you want one?” Upon seeing Kallista's lack of response, Naomi Hawthorne followed the direction of her gaze. “Oh for the love of God,” she muttered and then yelled out, “Cillian drop the daggers! And come on, let's go home.”

He raised his hand, signaling for everyone to be ready. Suddenly, a group of survivors appeared from behind the trees, their faces marked by desperation and greed. They were armed, some with makeshift weapons, others with guns that looked far too advanced for this broken world. The leader of the group, a tall man with a scar running across his cheek, stepped forward. “Well, well,” he said, a dark grin forming on his lips as he eyed the convoy. “Look what we have here. Looks like you’ve got something that belongs to us.”

The black mirrors of his eyes began to crack, showing the midnight-blue of the man who had protected me in the Sub-Directory. [CONFLICT_DETECTED: LEGACY_RESTORATION_VS_ACTIVE_MATE_BOND] [SYSTEM_HANGING...] The Deletion Squad saw the hesitation and surged forward, their static-claws reaching for Xander’s throat. "Format... the... Corruption," the Squad hissed. Xander didn't move. He was trapped in a Logical Deadlock, caught between the ancient fury of his ancestors and the modern love of his mate. "Caleb, now!" I screamed. Caleb didn't need a command. He slammed into the Deletion Squad, using his own body as a Physical Shield. The static-claws tore through his charcoal-grey fur, pixelating hi

"But being her dad doesn't make me a tool you can summon when convenient and discard when not. I'm not a shield to throw in front of danger or a shadow to shove aside when you feel embarrassed. "You've pushed me away again and again, let her call someone else 'Daddy,' and made her feel as if I wasn't supposed to be in the family. But now, suddenly, you remember I'm her dad?" My fingers pressed against the cold glass, my blurry reflection staring back at me. "Hearts are made of flesh, not iron, Willow. Once they're battered, they naturally shrink back." On the other end of the line, her breath came fast and uneven. She was about to say something, but I cut her off. "I'll wire more money for t

"I'm okay... I'm okay... The line... held..." Around them, the capital soldiers were pulling themselves out of the mud. Three men lay motionless near the wall, while the others raised their rifles with shaking hands as a horde of smaller, crystal-armored humans leapt over the crater created by the hammer strike. "Fire!" Justin barked, wiping blood from his chin. "Don't let them clear the crater!" The courtyard descended into absolute chaos. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! A wall of lead met the surging wave of mutated beasts. Bullets sparked off black crystal chest plates and shattered glowing purple vines. Christian led the secondary squad down the stairs, tossing concussion grenades over the barri

Hatred for me. I lay on the ground, weak and powerless. Quietly, I waited for my meds to kick in. Then, I smiled bitterly and tore off my necklace. A coast guard roared, "We're not letting you go either!" Our parents froze up like statues. "Shit, she called the cops!" "We'll kill her!" Panicked, the man pulled out a dagger and thrust it in my direction, but the coast guard fired at him. The bullet smashed through his hand, and the blood splattered all over our mother's face. She was right beside her husband.

Ryder lays the documents across the table as he speaks. The Atlas Holdings isn't just an organization. It's everything Dorathy and Cade built, a legacy constructed with ruthless precision, designed not just to remove the world's worst people but to dismantle the systems they built. They succeeded where others failed. And now, without them, I'm watching the foundation shift. "Who did they name as Andrea's guardian?" Killian asks, jaw tight, leaning forward. Ryder's eyes move to me before he speaks. I already know. "Logan is named as Andrea's sole legal guardian."

I staggered and Pelin caught my arm. “Follow my lead!,” I said. “We can do this!” I met her eyes and I knew she felt it. We drew the heat in, the pain, the exhaustion, the fear. We did not fight it. We let it shape us. The sand beneath us began to melt. “Sunburst Core!” we cried together. Light erupted from the ground, ember-golden and blinding. Heat surged outward in a roaring wave. The sand fused into glass beneath our feet. Leo screamed as the flames and shards hit him. Scorpio shrieked as the light burned through his armor.