Deadpool Oc Novels & Stories

"The pack-shamans executed a complete biological panel while your spirit was under. The diagnostics indicate that a massive portion of your vital metrics are completely broken. What manner of lethal neglect have your own claws been executing against your genetic frame?" My internal wolf tensed with immediate alarm, but when Orion’s scent failed to radiate the specific horror of the silver-rot discovery, my mind realized the shamans had merely mapped a standard exhaustion collapse rather than the terminal weapon-grade infection. "My core is stable, Orion. My lungs merely caught the mountain frost during the border crossing, and the thermal drop escalated into a baseline fever." Orion locked h

The rain had just tapered off, leaving the road a slick, treacherous slurry of wet dirt. I hit the muddy ground hard, my fingers clawing for traction, only to slide back down again and again. Carter didn't move. He sat in the idling SUV, watching my struggle through the window with a face like stone. "See that, Selene?" he called out, his voice dripping with disdain. "Without me, you can't even pull yourself out of the gutter. Go ahead—break the bond and walk away. Tell me, where does an unprotected Omega go in a world like this?"

"Boss, from now on, whatever you say goes. No questions." After Garrick’s rebellion was crushed, the warehouse fell into silence. The trust between Rhys and me had never been stronger, but it extended no further than the two of us. Three months passed, and the temperature rose slightly. Across from us, Delilah’s camp had grown restless. They were actively preparing. I knew what that meant. The final fight was coming. I tossed the modified nail gun to Rhys. The steel-reinforced body made it heavy in his hands. "Hold the roof. If those solar panels go down, we’re done."

“Boss, everything is ready.” Ivan nodded, and the group began to move away. Jennifer saw such a scene for the first time, black cars like powerful night leopards moving in rows, armed with top-notch guns and ammunition. So this is the power and power of the underworld? Jennifer looked around excitedly, she felt very proud to follow Ivan. “This car is nice.” Will smiled, he was in the driver's seat, beside Kate. The back seats are Ivan and Jennifer. “Not only is it beautiful, but it is also bulletproof.”

" There was only one man who could destroy him. And that was he, himself." . Dread settles in the werewolf Castle. With no one saying anything. Thaneos' eyes are fixed on his little dove, which is laid dead in his arms. The eyes he saw his world in were closed. Not moving. The body he had worshiped, the skin he had kissed ,each and every inch of it looked dark like it was burned. " No...wake up...wake up...you...you can't leave me! Wake up dammit!"

And for Selene to stand beside him—not as his subordinate, but as his Luna, his equal. The ceremony was not a gentle affair. The Ashen Pack thrived on strength, on endurance, on proving dominance through action—not just words. And so, the Blood Oath was required. Selene stood before Darius at the center of the gathering, her stance unwavering, her gaze locked onto his. They were dressed in ceremonial robes—dark silver for him, deep charcoal black for her, embroidered with symbols of the ancient wolves who had ruled before them. Kael and Zaria stood as witnesses, each holding blades carved from obsidian, meant for one purpose.

“But I think I want violence. Lots of violence.” Kam sat up straighter. “Classic, or contemporary?” “Contemporary,” I answered. “Marvel or something worse?” Rose asked. “I’m thinking maybe Ryan Reynolds. Deadpool or Hitman’s Bodyguard. You guys pick.” I waved my hand in a dismissive motion at them. Kam looked at Rose. “I’m okay with either. You?”

His cries ended with a loud snap. "Follow me. Shoot at anyone I miss."Jade ordered. Before I could say anything, Jade disappeared. Only to reappear in front of one of the shooters. They didn't even let out a scream before she ripped their head off. Damn, this woman really liked to decapitate people. "You got this, Reyna," I muttered to myself. I let out a deep breath and then forced myself to move before I could retreat. Immediately someone pointed a gun at me, and I didn't hesitate to take the shot.

I had mud up to my knees, a machete in my hand, and three other students watching my back while we cleared a path through the mangroves. The temperature dropped ten degrees. Everyone felt it. The students stilled. One of them—a tall beta from the western coast—actually whimpered. I knew that cold. That particular, arrogant chill that meant an Alpha was projecting dominance hard enough to bend the air. I turned around. Kael stood at the yard's edge. Silver Peak combat leathers. Snow still melting in his hair. His eyes found me instantly, and something in his face—relief, rage, I couldn't tell—flashed raw and unguarded.

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.