Deadshot Powers Novels & Stories

he asked me. I raised my eyebrows at him, a smirk coming to my face. "you can give me your car." The man looked at me in shock, unsure of what to do. I could see the fear in his eyes, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to feel something other than the numbness that had taken over me. Without warning, I raised my hand as I did. The man started to gasp for air as I used my powers to strangle him; he struggled, grabbing his neck with his own hands, his eyes staring at me, filled with pain and fear. As I watched the life drain from his eyes, a sense of power washed over me. It felt exhilarating to have control over someone else's life, to see the fear and pain in their eyes as they realized tha

It was a simple kiss, but the consequences were dire, he clutched his throat coughing and choking. "What the fuck are doing?" Delan yells charging at me. "You fucking bitch!" "It's always the ones that never learn." I say turn to him. My power goes before my bidding and the room fills with an audible crack as both his arms and legs twist in odd positions, a cry of terror echoes from him, feeling me with relish, let them know pain, let them suffer let them hurt. The power presses harder and harder against them slowly snuffing out their meagre existence, I would only be sated if they were dead.

Beautiful against the violence. My magic erupts. No thought. No control. Just raw lunar power flooding outward in a blinding wave of silver light. The first two assassins don't even scream. They simply disintegrate. Flesh to ash in the space between heartbeats. Their weapons clatter to the floor, empty handles with no hands to hold them. The third assassin hesitates. Fatal mistake. I'm on him before he can retreat, my hand closing around his throat. Power pulses through my palm. Through his skin. Into his blood.

“No. Alpha Ruling.” “What?” they all ask, confused. Colt explains. “It’s almost like Alpha command, but her power is stronger. Instead of a suggestion like Alpha command, she can actually make you stop breathing if she wants to. She can control your mind and your body.” Hearing him say this, I realize I really need to learn to control this power and my emotions too. If I say something stupid in a fit of rage, I could kill someone. “Or make your heart stop on command,” Dash mutters, and I know he’s thinking back to that day in the cell with Niles.

Shadof didn't even move. His body was clearly stronger than those Shadofs that Alud had destroyed in packs in Conrod's house. Shadof rudely threw away Alud, even the black chain, enhancing the abilities of the werewolf, could not contain the power of the retaliatory strike. The shadowof's shoulder quickly tightened, the shadowof lord swung over the lying Alud to finish off the werewolf, but then several special cartridges from the Bruk-ta-man pistol stuck into his chest, the vampire quickly flew up to Alud, blocking Shadow's path. The wounds from the bullets immediately healed without causing much harm to the ancient creature. His fingers glowed with a bright blue light, energized, and the s

She inherited her powers from Isla, my great-grandmother, her grandmother, and it’s… beautiful. I look down at my hand before curling it into fist over his shirt. My powers are of… death. Death by fire. Death by shadow and starlight. I can’t heal the sick and wounded. I can’t bring people back from the dead. I can’t paint a picture of the past using fractals of mist or peer into the tangled threads of our futures. I can destroy. That’s all. Soren’s sharp exhale steals my attention back to the present. He slumps in the bed, trembling, his face going a ghostly pale. Even Blake takes a step closer to the bed, his eyes going wide and stance uneasy as he says, “What’s wrong with him?”

“I was shocked, maybe Ivan went through something terrible, even other people he didn't fully trust. Our personalities are very different, yet we've been friends for 10 years." Nolan laughed, remembering the past rebelling with Ivan, which he missed. As Jennifer could tell, Nolan was as good to Ivan as his brother. “Ivan is really talented, with only two empty hands, he has gradually become the person who has the power to control all life in the dark world. His ability is both a powerful weapon and something that many people enviously want to destroy. “In his world, there was only my shadow, so it was very lonely. Jennifer, if you've entered his world, go through it with him, don't leave him

Celeste whispers, her minty breath brushing against my cheek as she pulls the phone away. I still don’t understand. Why show me this? “He didn’t kill his father,” I say quietly, the words fragile on my tongue. Drew laughs. “Of course he didn’t,” he says with a twisted grin. “He’s an idiot. A pathetic fool.” He steps closer again. From the corner of my eye, I see Celeste dragging a white bottle across the floor, pulling something metallic from it—something sharp. Like a syringe… Drew leans in, voice like poison.

He felt extremely powerful and he could kill a thousand men with just a wave of his hand. “Are you ready to show these people what you are made up of?” Bethany asked. “Definitely.” He answered and twisting his fists together, he called up lightening from the tips of his fingers and directed them at the multitudes of men in front of him. Electricity ran from his body and out to the death agents. With each death agent that he touched, they simply burst and disappeared into nothingness. In no time the death agents began to run away, seeking shelter for their lives. Lord Kalta did not have the power to bring death agents back from the dead and they had to protect themselves. They scampered away,

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