Gwenpool X Deadpool Novels & Stories

They apologized for taking up space. "You don't have to stop," he muttered. "Alpha." I straightened immediately. "Xavier. My name is Xavier." He corrected me. I had not known what to do with that so I had said nothing and he had stood there for a moment looking at me with those blue eyes that didn't know how to be casual and then he asked. "What's your name?" "Gwen." I answered quickly. "Just Gwen?" "Gwendolyn Rivers, sir." I held the mop handle like it was something to hold onto.

"Let her go, D. Let's get you home," "This isn't over, Tyler," Gwen cries out. I push her arm back into place and shove her into the crowd standing behind her. Heavenly picks up my backpack and shoves it into my arms as we exit the school. I freeze in place when I see the car. Gwen carved the words ROGUE BITCH into the driver's side of the car. Heavenly, spins around to look at me. The crowd comes out with Gwendolyn Parker in tow. I turn around just in time to see her come at me with the giant knife again. I put my hand up not caring what it does to me. The knife goes right through the center of my palm. She lets go and stumbles back. I groan pulling it out. Without thinking I pushed the kni

The female reclining in the festering dark resembled Glee Deadmond, and now Katelyn understood. “Come and greet me properly, little bit!” said the woman, standing up and throwing her scaly arms wide. Her riotous, floor-length brown hair was shot through with wild curls of silver—this indeed was Glee. Then Katie saw in the sallow illumination that she was completely naked, and took a step backward. A hint of regret touched the strange, familiar face. “What, no embraces for your old dear Granna? I’m hurt.” “You’re not my grandmother,” Katie told her. “Glee Deadmond died in the river fifteen years ago, thanks to you.”

"He's been harvesting my blood for ten years to create super-soldiers. Wolves he can control. Wolves that don't question orders." The thin guy, Ghost, pulled out a tablet, fingers flying across the screen. "Holy shit. I've heard rumors about Apex but I thought—" "It's all real," I cut him off. "It’s all real” Cain's face had gone blank. The kind of blank that meant he was processing something that just changed everything. “Sorry to disappoint, brother in law,” my voice dripped with unhidden sarcasm, “but I'm not the pampered princess you expected, just like Elena, I'm a victim too.”

Gwen gushes as she stares at the monitor, which gains both Cara and Xander's attention. "What?" Xander asks. "What are we supposed to be seeing?" Cara asks staring the monitor also, trying to make something of what's on-screen. "Baby A and B, You are having twins." Gwen points at the monitor. "What?" Cara blurts out, her eyes move to Xander who's not at all moved by the new piece of information. Of course, it doesn't affect him, she's the one carrying two humans in her. "You are going to be really fat." Gwen mocks.

Either she would give up her position as leader of the Shadow Pack and cede it to the Green Mountain Alpha on the night of the next full moon, or she would give him her all in a battle to the death. Gwen gave the message a total of three reads. She reassured herself that it was exactly what she'd wanted, and that if Grayson hadn't contacted her, she would have gotten in touch with him before the night was out, regardless of whether or not Phil had approved. But after reading the phrases written down, she realized that she was not prepared to engage in a combat to the death with Rudolfo. When she was successful in defeating Noah, she had not prepared for it in advance. Her gut reaction kicked

He was doing this. His one arm was extended. Palms towards Elora as he looked at Alexandria. With eyes that no one has seen before. They were silver. Pure silver. And Thora felt a shiver run down her spine. No! This is not possible! No! This has happened in the history. It can't happen now. It's the death wolf taking full control of Thaneos. He will loose his humanity if this happens. He will go on a rampage killing everyone. Friends or foe.

The next morning, we are all downstairs to greet Alpha Gael of the Diana Pack and his mate. The elders of the pack are also there, along with Xander and Devin. It is obvious that Xander and Devin haven’t slept much. Their eyes are red rimmed, their faces pale, and dark bags bruise their under eyes. They are holding hands, their knuckles almost white from their grips on each other.

Gwen. Leila snatched the phone up, her pulse spiking. “Tell me you have something.” There was no greeting, just tension in Gwen’s voice. “Where’s Adrian?” “Out. Why?” Her stomach twisted, already dreading the answer. “I found something. And it’s bad.” Leila braced against the railing. “How bad?” Gwen hesitated. “There’s chatter on the dark web about Ethan’s shipment. It’s not just weapons, Leila. He’s hiring mercenaries. Killers. The kind that don’t ask questions—they just do what they’re paid for.”

Callie pulls away from the embrace slightly, her sobs returning. “What, how?” Gwen places both thumbs under each of Callie’s eyes, wiping away her tears. There can be no doubt that they are mates, their body language with one another is something only the moon goddess could design. “They were poisoned, look…” She pulls her phone back out, replaying that damn video yet again. “She was murdered by this bitch Gwen, they are gone.” She all but shoves the video under her mate’s gaze, before pressing pause…a lowly angry growl escaping her.