Deadpool Oc Novels & Stories

They were wrong, not vampire red, not wolf gold, not human, they were silver, not even a soft grey—silver, bright and reflective like a blade catching moonlight, and they were fixed entirely on her. A chill slid down Virelle’s spine. Soreya’s posture changed instantly. “What are you doing here, Caedmon?” Caedmon did not look at Soreya. “I came to see the girl who turned the oath silver.” Virelle’s pulse kicked once, hard. “You all really need better hobbies.” If he was offended, he gave no sign. He kept looking at her with those impossible eyes, and the longer he did, the more unsettled she became because they did not look merely unusual.

"They’ll kill everyone in the building. There are human janitors up there. Civilians." "The Order doesn't care about collateral damage, Julian. They want the 'Alpha Prime' and the 'Ghost.' And they’re willing to freeze a city block to get us." The first hiss of the gas echoed through the vents. The temperature in the vault began to drop instantly, a thin layer of frost blooming across the glass of my laptop. "We have to go deeper," Julian said, grabbing my arm. This time, he didn't let go. "The Seventh Level. The old catacombs."

“The owner… he’s not like the others.” I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “A jerk? An egotistical narcissist?” I half-joked, trying to break the tension. But Chloe didn’t laugh. Instead, she shivered slightly, the smile fading from her face. "He's... odd. And deadly. No one really sees him during the day. He’s a nightwalker." Her voice faltered on the last word. “He’s got a scar across his face. No one knows how he got it, but people say it’s the least dangerous thing about him.”

“Everyone gets ready to leave!” I looked down at her thigh and took out the gun. “You won't be needing this,” I said and Max handled the rest. He made sure to take every single object that could kill him off her body. ******* Presently…. Wind roared past the armored SUV as we sped through the back trails of Castellano woods. Our convoy moved in black formation—three vehicles, with no headlights. We had to be as silent as possible. “Five minutes out,” Dino said from the front passenger seat.

The former Luna collapsed. "I'll be back for you Leela, brace yourself."

A man knelt in front of him, battered and bleeding in many areas. Without sympathy, Errol expertly twirled the silver spear in his right hand and pierced it through the man's heart. The man's neck snapped backward, and his face was revealed... Draven. Her eyelids flying open, Belinda jerked to a sitting position. She was panting heavily, and her heart was beating wildly in her chest. What had she just seen? It took a while for her to register the floral wallpaper covering the walls, and the old but functional desk and chair across her. She was at the orphanage, in the room Shoba had put her in, not some apocalypse.

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,”

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.

They both kept fighting while the pack and other members were panicking. “I am the Luna of this pack!” Leah growled and gave Anaya an uppercut. She couldn't believe that Anaya had tried to harm her. Anaya fell to the ground, and she was moaning in pain. “Did you kill Damon?” Leah asked. Anaya laughed so loudly and spat on the floor. “He didn't know that I killed him because, after all, he was in a deep sleep when I did that. He's mine, and no one can snatch him away from me. How dare he try to reject me because of someone like you? You are still an Omega in my eyes.” Leah gritted her teeth when she heard the word Omega.

He taps the glass with his claw. "Omega Ravensalt, this is the official list of the most powerful Royal Wolf Bloodlines in the world," Garrick says. "The latest pack price for one single night with Magnus of the Saltwood Pack is thirty billion silver resources." My jaw hits the stone floor. I look at the magic mirror picture. The man in the glass looks super scary and noble, and his sharp eyes look like they are biting right through me. I swallow a big lump of spit. "So you are saying... I owe you thirty billion silver resources for last night?" I whisper.