Deadshot Powers Novels & Stories

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

Dashiell drones expressionlessly. It's at this moment that it hits me. Madam Noir had been telling the truth earlier. "I won't apologize for protecting my mother. Have it your way," he continues, and Madam Noir growls, grabbing me by the forehead. My vision bleeds white, and my ears begin to buzz as a tremendous amount of energy leaves my body. I feel myself begin to slip away as she continues to drain me of my power while she uses the weapons on Dashiell using telekinesis. He's bleeding from everywhere, and he's in a lot of pain. Even so, he doesn't make a sound.

I wanted her death to be tragic. Power—— the one I needed to fulfill my vengeance. Clenching my fist, I roared, letting the grief consume me. My skin fired up while my flesh tightened, longing to rip her apart. Somehow, my own misery urged a hidden force within me as I sprinted to Dana. So fast she wasn't able to avoid my claws slashing her body. I took advantage of this adrenaline rush, not giving her a chance to even breathe. Once she stumbled back, I raised my fist and slammed her face down with a solid blow. She recoiled against the ground, creating cracks on the surface.

The alpha could do nothing but stand and watch everything unfold. Grayson fell backwards onto his ass as ice daggers flew from his hands. Shade's eyes lit up at the sight, and his mouth opened before crunching down on the daggers like a dog that loves ice cubes. Grayson's hands flew forward again before he scrambled to his feet. Once again, Shade's eyes were on the daggers, and his mouth opened before closing, chewing on the ice daggers happily. “What the fuck!” Grayson cursed, and the wind began to violently shift around him as he stepped up his powers. An electrical current pulsed through his hands, and he roared as he lunged for Shade, while yelling at Coal to take shelter.

Dave’s delight was contagious and Tom was smiling too along with him. “Anyways, what is your question?” “You wanted to marry Celeste to win over Anthony and become the leader of the underground world. Anthony will still be alive after this blast. What is the use?” Dave scoffed over Tom's question. “Old man you gathered years under your ass but your brain did not grow. No matter whether Anthony is alive or dead, if Celeste is dead, he is as good as nonexistent even if he is breathing. I'm the super power then.” He showed his muscle in proving his strength by raising his arm.

I picture the dirt underneath the grass, and the rocks underneath the trees. I feel the fire recede, its oppressive heat disappearing. I open my eyes, and the fire is completely gone. But how did I do that? There’s no time to wonder. The Hunter who hurt Alec turns to me and raises his sword. His eyes are cold and cruel. I raise my hand, and my dad’s bracelet glows white hot against my wrist. Ripping the bracelet off, I throw it, and, almost as if it were sentient and with a mission, it wraps around the Hunter’s hand. He yanks at it and curses, but it holds.

I tell her, before pulling on the strength of every member of all three packs. I take a deep breath, drawing all of their strength, their power, their grief. I pull it all into two large balls of force – one to kill and one to save. As I release the power, I feel Maia tuck around our baby, protecting them from what I’m about to do. I scream as I release the power and it feels like my body is tearing apart from the inside out. My dark purple force blasts through the hunters, killing them on contact, exploding them where they stand. It rolls like a wave, taking them out.

The severed mate bond rips my living existence apart, my connection to mortality shredding as Alistair forces me fully into death. My living body collapses in the real world, dying instantly from the severed bond, and all my life essence floods into my death form. My sons are screaming, watching their mother die again, but I can barely hear them over the power flooding through me. Without living existence anchoring me, I become pure death authority, absolute ending incarnate, more powerful than Death’s Keeper should be. I turn that power on the multiversal Collectors and I don’t just attack them, I end them.

Isekai Henjiro; has no gift but only good at Ninjitsu technique , a technique that combined ninja moves and jui jitsu together, he is calm and collected and not that decisive and his name was gotten since his dad wants to use him to remember that he transmigrated to this world. Thanatos; a death god that wanted to witness what it feels like being a human, he strike a deal with Zhang fei fei which was not going that well, his powers contain summoning a scythe he called Grimy which can be used to kill almost everything and the scythe can come in wooden handle or a chain handle, he also can summon any kind of weapon though they won't have the ability of killing almost everything. Thanatos also

The shockwave blew out the remaining windows of the fortress, sending shards of glass flying like diamonds in the dark. ​We were locked in a stalemate, our blades hissing as the energies fought to consume each other. ​"Look at yourself," she hissed, her face inches from mine. "You're bleeding. You're trembling. You're human. I am the First Life. I am the pure extraction. I don't need a Shield. I don't need a Doctor. I am the End." ​"You're a tool," I spat, blood bubbling at the corner of my mouth. "Silas made you to be a battery. He made me to be a person."