Deadshot Gun Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

My scream echoed through the forest as I watched my mate fall to his death. The warriors laughed, their voices grating in my ears. I trembled with fury and grief as the one holding a knife to my neck let go of me. I fell to the forest floor, my body shaking with sobs. They had killed our Alpha, my mate, and left me there to suffer. "Why?" I choked out between sobs. "Why did you do this?" The warriors didn't answer me. They mounted their horses and rode away, leaving me alone with my pain. As I wept, I realized that I was now mateless and I didn’t know what to do with my life, I had no reason to live.

Following the gunshot, the figure fell into the room, and at the same time, the woman beside me screamed at the top of her lungs, her body jerking upright, but I held her down, whispered into her ear to stay calm and she slowly relaxed into the bed. I turned on the lamp, illuminating the room in a dim light before reaching for the intruder who was laying on the floor, in their pool of blood. Whoever that was, was dressed in black, but I didn't approach them carelessly. I made sure to put a few more bullets into them before heading over. Kicking them over and pulling the mask off their face, it was a man. I opened his mouth, and as I thought, his tongue was cut off. This person was from a sui

I scrub at the baseboards and dust every shelf, lost in thought. Everyone says Alpha Damien is dangerously handsome, but all I see is a predator. The rumors that float through the pack are enough to make my blood run cold. They say he once leveled an entire pack single-handedly, leaving nothing but ash and bone in his wake. He doesn't just kill his enemies—he breaks them, stripping away their dignity before delivering the final blow. He is a man who values power above all else, a leader who treats mercy like a weakness he can't afford. If a man like that ever found out what I really am—a lowly hybrid, a "jinx" with an unknown bloodline, he’d likely snap my neck and discard me like trash, con

The doors simply forced themselves apart with a violent, mechanical groan, the pneumatic seals breaking under the pressure of industrial hydraulic spreaders. Six men stepped out of the black shaft. They moved with terrifying, fluid silence—a ghost squad clad in matte-black tactical gear, suppressed submachine guns raised, their faces obscured by panoramic night-vision optics. They didn't sweep the room like police; they moved like a death squad executing a rehearsed slaughter. Julian’s heart hammered against his ribs. He opened his mouth, a desperate, pathetic plea forming on his lips. "Wait! I’m Julian! I—" The squad leader didn't hesitate. He raised his suppressed rifle, aiming the laser s

Zilla screamed so bitterly as he rushes Fisher but all he could get is his ashes. Fisher was burnt down to ashes just by a shot of a gun? that gun is not ordinary, it can seriously terminate anybody's life. Meanwhile, Wisdom and his team were watching what is going on, they couldn't give help. The truth is that all the soldiers have this very gun. It appears that they are not even safe at all, many may pass away at this very moment of theirs.

Mateo tried to reason with him. “Exactly Matt, and that is what I am expecting them to do. The gun is just one, which means they need a good shooter to wield it in the open. If they attempt an attack on us, then I will answer to them. I might have been out of action lately, but I am still Deadshot, one bullet to the skull and that flame thrower belongs to us, they lose both their money and their lives, I hope you can see the big picture now, Matt?” Leo said while grinning from ear to ear. Mateo smiled as well and nodded, his boss might be quiet and reserved unlike the other Dons, but he was quite the smart man, a mastermind, a gift to mankind.

The chaos outside seemed to fade momentarily as they entered the principal's room, a deceptive calm settling within the confined space. The principal, nervous but compliant, opened the door, revealing an empty room. He gestured for Liam to enter, and with a smirk, Liam walked towards the door. But in the blink of an eye, the atmosphere shifted once again. As Liam reached out to twist the doorknob, he felt a sudden touch behind his head. Without hesitation, he reacted, swiftly turning around and firing his weapon. The bullet found its mark, hitting Lane in the chest. Lane, who had been pushed forward by Adam, crumpled to the ground, life extinguished in an instant.

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

I laugh as I reach behind my back and pull the gun free and aim it at him. “Nah, you won’t make it off these grounds alive. Sorry, but I like it here.” I fire, hitting him in the shoulder as all hell breaks loose. I fire at anything that moves as my team fight as well. I run towards my zio and zia when it happens. I stop dead in my tracks. I scream as I run to them. The man I shot has shot them both. I check zia and she is dead, no. I check zio and he is still alive barely.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow