Deadpool Oc Novels & Stories

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

This was the First Vampire at full strength, no longer weakened by two thousand years of imprisonment. And right now, he was the only reason I wasn't dead. "How many?" I shouted over the chaos. My hand found the dagger Raven had given me—it felt pathetically small against what we were facing. "Too many." Cael moved like liquid violence, faster than I could track. He tore through three creatures in the time it took me to blink. "The Old Court brought their entire guard. They're not taking chances." A creature with a face that kept shifting between human and something else lunged at me. I slashed with the dagger, my dhampir strength making the blow count. Black blood sprayed across the floor,

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Saphira did the best she could to explain what it was like being blind. One day, Xavier had a pretty rough conversation over the phone with one of the pack leaders. He growled and rubbed his face. “Xavier? Are you okay?” Saphira softly asked as she walked into their shared office. Xavier sighed before saying or doing anything. “No. Varian, the leader of the Misty Haven Pack, is threatening Orion, Lyra, Darian, and Diana. A few others have as well. I fear there’s going to be a war between the packs.” Xavier explained with a frustrated growl.

His snarl turned into a look of pure, and terrifying adoration. Rhea's lips moved, but there was no audio on the live feed. I didn't need a degree in sign language to know what she said. “Kill him , Ethan.” I ran towards the stairwell to get to Dax and plan my next move, when a notification hit my screen again. Another body heat enters the black site. “Kieran!” Dax roared. “The sensors picked another person!” “Who?” I demanded, a sudden chill entering my bloodstream. “It’s an Omega, Kieran. “ Dax says solemnly.

She just turned on her heel and walked away, her boots crunching through the spreading pool of blood like it was nothing. I couldn’t breathe. I Could Not Breathe. “What the fuck—” I gasped, stepping backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. “What the fuck was that?!” Hoodie Guy’s expression didn’t change. He looked at the dead man, then at the brunette, and finally, back at me. “Bad timing,” he told me quietly. “Bad—?!” My voice cracked. “Someone just—she just killed him!” He sighed, like I was overreacting. “Yeah. That tends to happen in situations like this.”

Mathew growled,his claws coming out longer than before,canker and the other guards were scared,it was no lie that an alpha after his omega could kill off anybody or anything that gets in its way hence the gun Incase anything got out of hand. The noise attracted Linda and Gabriel as they came out of their house and came towards them. "If he wants to go,let him go." Linda said as Mathew turned to look at her, "Good,get out!" "But…we were given orders!" Canker objected. "Well in the state he is,I'm guessing you are ready to die,if you are then by all means be by guest and stop him!". Linda said, crossing her arms over her chest. Canker looked at the rest of the guards as they nodded their head

He opened it and pulled out a rolled up newspaper and a single white rose attached to it. “Hey, look what came to the office today,” he said with a winning smile. Sierra approached the bed and took the newspaper. She unrolled it and read the article that was circled in black marker. It was an obituary for Colton Anderson Rhodes. He was twenty four when he died at a hospital in Versailles, France. “He’s… dead?” her voice cracked involuntarily. “Dead and defeated,” Raphael laughed and picked up the white rose. “This is a sign. Now that they don’t have a leader anymore, his family’s asking for a truce,”

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

Cain says pointing at my lower lip laughing. Leo the guy I now know as Cains beta takes off out of the driveway as soon as we climb in the car. "So where are we going?" I question. "To the mall" Cain says. "Uhh I don't have a lot of money. So I won't be able to get much." I say nervously. "Girl don't worry. We have Atticus' black card." Leo says with a huge grin.