Deadpool Crossover Novels & Stories

The overwhelming though of something terrible happening to her best friend becomes eminent and she is filled with unrest as she ponders on the fear of the unknown. Angela plots her next course of action as she can not lie doing nothing while her best friend is no where to be found. She cannot help but suspect that Clark Denise's affair with Clark Vincor might be related to her best friend's sudden disappearance and becomes even more worried. Clark Vincor, being a billionaire, was the kind of man to get away with whatever he did as his wealth and connections knew no boundaries. He was not only protected by the high and mighty in the state but also his own cartel made up of wealthy and influen

"Why would you help me?" Lucian lowered his gaze. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for myself." "In the original story, once you're dead, I lose my usefulness. Viktor would never let someone who knows his secrets live." Since our fates were bound together, there was no reason not to work as one. "Tomorrow you're coming with me to the borderlands. Rogue wolves have been terrorizing the area. We'll deal with them together." Lucian nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "Alright."

I crouched low, holding my breath, listening. Then— Boom! A fireball shot straight at the broodmother. More attacks followed from the remaining channelers and shifters. The broodmother recoiled. There was something she feared. Among the newly arrived participants, I saw Kael approaching her. I signaled to him, pointing at the glowing spot beneath the broodmother’s abdomen. “This is her weakness!!” I shouted. A massive leg swept through the air, sending my body flying across the ground. Everything felt shattered. My vision blurred, my ears rang.

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

Moments later Sojwa slid behind a building with another quick dash, a split-second before plasma, missiles and bullets pounded the ground where she had been a second before. The Exodus came out of nowhere, crashing downward into the midst of the enemy team. Where the Xiezhi was grace, The Exodus was power. Laura laughed as she opened fire, trails of sparks crackling from the end of her shotgun, connecting with an unlucky Titan. The white mech spun drunkenly and collapsed, a gaping hole torn in its side.

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