Deadshot Novels & Stories

I guess that’s something, but still it hurts that he is gone. With the alliance struggling to figure out which enemy might be responsible for Misha’s death, I think it’s time to turn to someone who deals with assassinations for a living. Shane Thorne is a good friend of ours and he belongs to a secret society assassins called the Faceless Assassins. I only met Shane a couple of years ago, however, he’s been close friends with Max, Trey, and Leo for years. With Shane’s day job being even more morally grey than what we do, makes him one of an ally to have. The one downside to his job is that sometimes he’s not available.

His vision dimmed, and he realized that his time was short. "Elara," he managed to whisper, struggling to get the words out. "I'm coming." With one final, shaky breath, Draven closed his eyes. He felt his life slipping away, but he held on tightly to the hope that he had saved her.

I may not be able to take back what was done to her, but I could at least make those men pay. Took a little time, but I managed to find every single one and give them the deaths they so greatly deserved. The only one left was Zephyr. The one who started it all. His death will act as a warning to every man in this room, and maybe, just maybe, it will stop it from happening again. And if it doesn’t, then let them know I’ll be coming for them. They may all know me as Dasha Hatzis, daughter of Mihalis Hatzis; right-hand man of the of the most powerful mafia family in all of Greece. But to the rest of the world, I am known by my codename - Aconite; a lethal assassin who fears no man.

Right, I had almost forgot. Dawson, there are many ways I would like to kill this fucker and had I more time i may have been more inventive. As it was. I raise my hand, whispering dangerously, “Concutere,” it takes a matter of seconds as I relish seeing every cell in his body explode into dust particles to whisk away on the wind. My fiery eyes focus on his soul, claiming it for my own. It’s dark and bitter as I smirk, knowing he will rot as my captive, never knowing peace.

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

The two brothers stood facing each other, their bodies battered and bloodied from the long and brutal fight. Dane glared at Dash, not buying his bullshit of a sorry. “Blood doesn’t make someone family.” Dane declared. “I hope you find the life you were looking for.” he paused. “In hell.” With a final, desperate lunge, Dash charged at Dane, his claws emerging, aimed at him. Dane saw the attack coming and sidestepped, bringing a silver blade from his side, and jammed it down into a swift, decisive strike. Dash’s eyes widened in shock as the silver blade pierced his chest, sinking deep into his heart. He let out a strangled cry, his body convulsing as he fell to the floor.

He wrenched me back, his hold bruising. "Finish the job, baby." A second gunshot rang out, louder, sharper. Worse. Sharon's head snapped back. A single bullet. Between the eyes. She dropped. Lifeless. Blood pooled beneath her skull. I felt my soul crack. A sound tore from me—a broken, hollow wail that didn't even sound human. I fought. I scratched, thrashed, and clawed at Darsh until my nails bent backward until my hands were raw until I broke free and threw myself onto the ground.

Isabella's POV I never believed that saying about your life flashing before your eyes when you're about to die. It always seemed cliché and stupid. But everything changed when I stood face-to-face with death, and my life replayed before me, both the good and the bad. --- One Month Later Xander Diaz, known as "the Draco," was killed in a shoot-out with the police. The most dangerous man in the city was gunned down. There has been no statement from his family, and the police urged citizens to celebrate this victory, claiming peace had been restored.

He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo. I watched him as he went down, I choose not to look at how he will be going to redeem Harold. I’ve seen him redeem lives before and it always pity me to see human dying. But well, all should die. I wonder why they never let Harold see her sister, for many years they created a lot of obstruction. Those are the question I am curious with, but was afraid to ask because I can’t afford to lose my power again.

He gripped the butcher knife in his left hand and clenched his right fist really hard. *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* Several more explosions rang out and as they did, Dash, who was looking at a real time video of the explosions, briefed Wilson about the last man behind who was also the first man they would hunt. "Okay, Wilson. The red dot we talked about is Shane Dawson. He has no powers; neither ability nor magic. He is a lecherous son of a bitch. His legs were burned in the earlier explosions, so they are slowing him down. He is also in a great deal of pain, so, he is unable to focus. He is distracted. Just sneak up and slit his throat from behind, on my orders. Easy peasy." He said, his eye