Deadshot Novels & Stories

Whatever warmth had been left in his eyes was now completely gone. "Let's just pretend we never had a son like you, you ungrateful bastard. "My only son is already dead. You killed him." He waved his hand wearily, as if every last bit of strength had been drained out of him. "Get him out of here." "No—!!!" Roger's scream was dragged out into the rain until it faded completely. Casey stood perfectly still, her face unreadable. Only when his voice had disappeared did she slowly turn and walk toward the exit.

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

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.

4 seconds. The rebel sniper on the north cliff stiffened. The ice shard took him in the throat. Shattering on impact. Flash-freezing his carotid artery. He didn't fall; he simply froze in place. A macabre statue of frost against the red rock. "Target neutralized," I murmured. Chambering another shard. "I BREAK YOU!"

“Fast-acting. He was dead before he hit the ground.” The man slumped lifeless in Lucien’s grip, eyes glassy and vacant, and Lucien dropped him careless to the dirt before standing up slow. I scanned the treeline and the ruined outpost again, every sense alert for movement or sound, but nothing stirred beyond the crackle of dying fires and the low wind moving through broken walls. “No one,” I said quiet, the word carrying more finality than any shout. “Whoever fired that dart is already gone.” Just then an arrow whistled through the air sharp and fast, striking Kade square in the chest with a sickening thud that echoed across the silence.

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Holding Room Elliot stood before the bank of monitors in the control room, his reflection a grim mask in the glass. On the screens, six young men lay on simple cots in a sterile white room, each with a dull metallic bracelet clamped around one wrist. “We’re missing one,” Elliot said, his voice low. Amy stood beside him, her tablet in hand. “Yes, sir. The seventh signature. It’s… erratic. Fades in and out. The profile fits the historical parameters for the entity code-named ‘Shadowalker.’ How do we find him?”

I signed my name, Elena, with a strange sense of calm. After dying a gruesome death in my past life, I finally saw the truth. This man, the husband I had loved for years, had a heart of stone. He did not love me. He did not love our unborn child. Fine. I was done holding on. I would grant his wish and disappear from his world completely. I shoved the waiver back at the stunned staff member. Ignoring the glint of malice in Lily's eyes, I walked to the edge of the platform. The drop loomed beneath us, a gray abyss.

Mateo's eyes widened in sudden, deep shock, and he shuddered, letting out a choked gasp. After delivering the lethal blow, the masked figure vanished back into the darkness, their mission accomplished. Mateo's body suddenly became heavy, and he collapsed into Violet's arms. His lifeblood spilt onto the dusty, cold floor, leaving a dark stain that spread quickly. His ultimate sacrifice was chillingly demonstrated by the weight of his dying body and the profound silence that had descended upon the passage.

After Rihanna’s jet landed, the next one followed, carrying hundreds of assassins from Black Dragon. They were all men in black, but who would have thought that all their suits were customized to be bulletproof? Even their bodies were filled with hidden weapons and various sharp killing tools. Each of them had their own code name according to their method of killing. Dustin appointed five of them as leaders to head each of their teams. Among them were LethalKill, ScarletBlade, MysticDemon, Hollowflash, and DeadlyScythe.

Lori rushed forward to plead. But Lucas grabbed the ashtray from the table and slapped it against Morgan's face. "No one knows the shady things you did at Sanderson Group better than I do. After all, I've been there for all those years. Morgan, Jayson may have ruined your family, but I'll make sure you wish you were dead. And I've got all the time in the world." Morgan's face went deathly pale. Lucas hurled the ashtray down onto Morgan's head. It hit with a heavy, muffled thud.