Deadshot Novels & Stories

His lips moved, forming a name, DiFronzo. His voice was barely above a whisper, strained and choked. “DiFronzo… the DiFronzo…” His eyes darted upward as if trying to say more, but before the words could fully escape his lips, a deafening gunshot shattered the silence. The dealer’s head snapped back violently, the force of the impact sending a fine spray of blood across the peeling wallpaper behind him. A dark hole gaped in the center of his forehead, a perfect execution shot. His body sagged against the restraints, lifeless, his last breath stolen in an instant. The sharp scent of gunpowder mixed with the stale, musty air of the abandoned building.

Sandra's hand shook as she pointed at Queenie's urn and photo. "What… what is that?" "Xavier, are you insane? Just to fight with me, you'd curse our daughter to be dead?" I took the death certificate from under the urn and shoved it in her face. "Open your eyes and read each word. Look at it and tell me what it says!" She took the paper with trembling hands, her eyes scanning Queenie's name and the time of death written in stark black and white.

One by one, they fell, leaving no trace of their defiance behind. Amid the carnage, the elder tried to slip away unnoticed, disappearing into the chaos like a shadow. But Damon, driven by vengeance, hunted him down without mercy. Cornering the trembling man, Damon raised his weapon and, with cold finality, delivered a single, fatal shot to the elder's head. The sharp crack of the gunfire marked the end of the former elder, his lifeless body collapsing as silence briefly descended upon the factory, broken only by the faint crackle of smoldering debris.

I smiled at the dark idea and without putting much thoughts into my plans i let the bullet hit the tyres of their car. "Who fired the shots?" The driver yelled while they looked around trying to figure out where the sound came from instead of realizing that their lives were flashing right in front of them. I shook my head at their stupidity and watched the car fall down the cliff and take all their lives to their respective resting place. "Good riddance Maja" I commended myself and got up from the rough ground. I pulled my phone out from my pocket to see it had been destroyed making me curse out in frustration. How do I find my way back?

I say under my breath, making sure the baristas aren't eavesdropping. Princess Natalia, Luna of Ehre~ I was almost deafened by the shot from my pistol, orbmaybe the adrenaline I felt from finally getting my justice, just with a tiny squeeze of the trigger. The silver bullet explodes out of the barrel and cracks into his skull instantly, defining Beatnick's bloody end. When my hearing returned, I heard nothing but the breathing of everyone around me, and the squelching of the blood that was exiting Beatnick's corpse. I looked down at him, feeling absolutely no remorse. Alpha walked up to me in shock, bringing me back to

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

As I do so, a strange explosion fills my stomach, triumphant that finally there's a replacement of Jordan Crown's beauty. A bit skips as our hands intertwine. Time seems to tick beyond count and age blurs into each other. The entire universe collapsed back to BigBang and was reborn. Stars and planets dies and scatters into the dark nothingness. For these five seconds of staring, nothing else holds significance. Just two windows and a gaze into a moment. Nothing else. Just a stare before the explosion. “Keila Taylor.” We shake hands.

Well, I'll give that to my people - silent deaths are their thing. "I want--" I shot him before he could complete his sentence. His body fell to the floor with a thud and I let out an exasperated sigh. "As if," I whispered to myself and then called one of my men to clean up the mess. … I am Damien Wright. 24 years into this dark world has opened my mind to the emptiness of an already perfectly nothingness. Some say I haven't seen much, I'm still young to know anything - well, I make sure those people don't get to see anything anymore.

“We will meet again.” And with that, the Death Wolf plunged the dagger deep into his own heart. “ Zanderrr noooooo!” Screams echo from behind but it was too late. A sharp gasp tore from his throat, his body arching as pain bloomed through him—not the agony of death, but the release of lifetimes. Shadows poured from his wound, spilling into the air like black mist unraveling from a broken soul. His knees buckled. The battlefield blurred. And then—there was only light.

By eighteen years, I had personally killed 25 people including an eight-year-old child - and this is apart from group killings I occasionally did with the others -, the nightmare never left me for a second but I didn't dare to feel hurt, it was my punishment for everything I had done. I became a professional and was regarded as one of the best. We were a total of thirty-one assassins including the master - that's what he called himself - we were more than that in the beginning but with time, a lot gave up or were killed during operations and that's saying something about the rest of us that we were really good.