Marvel Legends Deadpool Back In Black Novels & Stories

"Daddy will keep you safe." As he started to say the magic words that would take her to safety, an arrow flew past his ear and struck the wall behind him. He had hardly any time to react when another arrow hit him right in the chest. The sharp pain shot through his body like a lightning bolt, making him stagger backward. Draven felt blood oozing from the wound. He fell to his knees but refused to give up. With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke.

Jasmine’s POV Exactly five days after the warriors had returned from their attack on Blackmoon Pack, I woke up to yet another unusual day. However, unlike before, I knew exactly why the day was unusual. The previous day, Lena had told me that it was the day of the memorial. The memorial for the members of the Midnight Wolves pack that had died during the massacre. When she had told me about it, I had been unable to resist pulling her into a hug at the look of sorrow on her face.

Another unloaded a clip at me; I dodged, pouncing to crush his skull under my paws, the crack echoing like gunfire. Finally, Hanlon stood alone, back against his SUV, megaphone discarded, a pistol shaking in his hand. Rain streamed down his face, mixing with blood from a gash on his brow. "You think this ends it, Blackwood?" he spat, voice cracking. "More will come. Your heir's a target forever—weak blood, tainted by your human mate."

"Weren't you so good at toughing it out earlier? So full of justice—even claiming to be Ms. Spencer herself. How ridiculous!" "Hurry up and admit you're just lying! If not, I'll leave you to drown here!" I did not give in to them. I had died once in my past life—I wasn't afraid to die again. Once Mark regained consciousness, he would tell Eric everything. So I wasn't worried about Eric not knowing how I died. He would avenge me then, and I could die knowing it was worth it. A hand yanked my hair, pulling me out of the water. I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me.

No way I was missing that. I was halfway down the corridor when some hunched figure nearly collided with one of my guards. "S-Sorry..." That voice. That rasp. I stopped cold. James? He must've caught my scent too—his head jerked up, eyes blown wide. "...Avril?" Fresh off Nightmaw exile, no doubt crawling back to beg the council to lift his criminal brand. Whip scars still crossed his skin. He looked twenty years older—wrecked. I hit him with a dead stare. When he stepped forward, I immediately backed off, leaving air between us.

Below stretched a bottomless abyss, from which eerie, hair-raising roars drifted up from the depths. “Send out my order. Gather the Dark Legion along the border. If assassination will not work, we will crush them head-on.” Madness flickered brightly in his blood-red pupils. Back in Blackrock City. The mid-morning sun chased away the last traces of cold. Every seat in the central arena was occupied by a hundred thousand spectators. Their cheers surged like towering tidal waves, one after another. None of them knew they had stood on the brink of death just the night before.

Loud, chaotic sound effects of gunfire and explosions echoed from the speakers. The Mad Dog of the Underworld was currently locked in a fierce battle... on a mobile shooting game. ​As soon as the doors clicked, he didn't even look up at first, his thumbs still tapping furiously. "Daniel. Did the lunatic survive the night?" ​"Barely. But she's here," Daniel replied, walking over to the table and casually helping himself to a piece of bacon. ​With a final, loud boom from his phone, Lucien finally lifted his gaze.

My lips stretched into a smile and I looked up at Damon, “Send my hate to the rest of you guys,” “I hope you have a life filled with chaos, strife and bitterness,” I spat barely audible, his facial expression didn’t change as he watched me slump to the ground and finally loose life. “Ahhh,” I exhaled deeply. Welcome hell. Deputy Devil here! • • Helen (Damon’s Adoptive Mom,) Harper lay still on her bed, the whole room was silent save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor beside her. She had been unconscious for five days now, Doctor said she was responding to treatment but might take a while to come back awake.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

he murmured, his voice smooth but with an undercurrent of steel. I managed a slight nod, but my attention had already shifted to the entrance. Alexander Blackwood had just walked in with Eva Dawnrunner at his side, and my heart sank. The confident stride, the subtle power in his movements, the calculating gleam in his amber eyes—this wasn't the weakened Alexander who'd lost his memory. This was the Shadow Alpha, returned in full force. Deputy Alpha Thorne might not realize it yet, but I knew: our defeat was inevitable. (Alexander's POV)