Slade Wilson Deathstroke Novels & Stories

He will die today! Wyatt glared hard at Woody. With a cold voice, he said, "Alfie, my junior in Strikerine who was known as the Prodigious Doctor, was killed by this piece of shit as well. "Today, I'll kill him in the name of Strikerine to avenge Alfie." When the two saw that Woody remained calmly seated, they were enraged. They were reprimanding him for all his vile deeds, yet he was still sitting so steadily. He clearly was not bothered by them at all!

The moment his eyes met mine, I knew whatever he had discovered wasn't something minor. "Dr. Kuntz." "Detective." He looked at me for a moment before glancing around the corridor. "Come with me." I followed him into my office and closed the door behind us. "What happened?" I asked immediately. Hale didn't answer at first, he walked toward the window, folded his arms across his chest and took a deep breath. Then he turned around. "We found Adrian Keller." My heart jumped. "You found him?" Hale's expression didn't change. "Yes." Relief rushed through me for half a second, then I noticed his eyes, there was no relief in them, only something dark. "What happened to him?" He stared at me. "Karma.

Not on super strong wolves, like Zane. Even the potions that Alpha Skylar was using, the ones he’d commissioned from the witches, weren’t meant to kill the wolves. They were only designed to stun the wolf, to make it freeze so it couldn’t be unleashed. Or, if it already was unleashed, then to make it powerless. The potions didn’t KILL the wolf though. So then how was Slade dying? “I don’t understand,” I told her. I didn’t want to believe it, but deep down, I already did.

I asked; it just seemed impossible, but she could be lying, again, she had no reason to lie about that! “No one knows,” she says, keeping her voice down. It didn’t make sense, Alpha Slade, one of the most powerful werewolves in the world is ‘dead’... and no one knows who did it?, “It could be anybody,” Beatrix says, “or it could be someone interested in his title, someone who wanted his heritage rightfully passed to him.” “No. Thane had said he would challenge his father, he wouldn't try to murder him.” “That’s what he told ‘you,” she replies, planting the doubt in my mind. “Have a nice day,” she added before walking away, and I stood there, dumbfounded. Thane should have told me, How could

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

As if he had read my thoughts word for word Grayson crept into my mind, "No, I'm only prolonging this because he can only die once. He needs to pay for what he's done to my family, to you" Amara growled in appreciation for our mate as he fought in our honour. It was amazing to see him in combat, he was truly the most skilled fighter I had ever seen. Slade was beginning to tire, but his rage and sorrow for his mate spurred him on. He made the mistake of turning his attention towards me briefly, visibly contemplating whether he could get another attack in, when Grayson tore at his arm, ripping the entire thing off. Slade fell to the ground, howling in pain and anger as Grayson stood over top o

A dull thud mixed with the pop of cracking glass and the scent of blood filling the air almost immediately. "Nathaniel Thorn, on behalf of The International Committee, I Lucas Wolfe, senior agent of the law enforcement division am placing you under arrest for the crimes of false imprisonment, trafficking, slavery, murder and desertion." Lucas spoke as he twisted the wolf's arms behind him, ignoring the roars of protest and rage. "As is your right, you do not have to say anything when questioned however anything you do say can be relied upon in your trial." "You fucking bastard!" Nathaniel screamed just as Johnny appeared with beta Kevin, dragging the man towards them. "I will kill you for th

Cale asked, pushing himself up against the pillows, his brow furrowing with concern. “Jacob Pierce… he’s dead,” I whispered, reaching for his hand. Cale had known the man, there was a different kind of history between them. “I’m so sorry, Cale.” He was quiet for a long moment, the shadows of the room shifting across his expression. “Let me have my phone.” I handed it to him, watching as he called Slade. His voice was low and steady, as he offered his strength and promised we would be there tomorrow.

“Not until it was too late. There was a war. A brutal one. The final blow came when Asher’s forces ambushed our strongest warriors because she gave him their location. Slade led that charge. He was the only one who survived.” My eyes widened. That was the battle... the one that left him in a wheelchair. And the one where my father fought with Asher. “He returned crippled,” Damon said with a tight jaw. “His spine shattered, his wolf silent. His heart was ruined. And the woman he loved vanished that same night. Disappeared without a trace. Slade never talks about her. Never will.” I could barely breathe. I didn’t know what to say. “And that,” Damon’s voice turned hard again, “is why I don’t tr

"The Syndicate will never stop. You’re bound to this life. You’re married to the sin." "Then we’ll be the ones to preside over the funeral," Sloane said. She raised her Glock. One shot. Clean. Between the eyes. Dmitri Volkov fell backward, disappearing into the sea of fire in the garden below. No final words. No grand exit. Just the silence of a weed finally pulled from the earth. The adrenaline began to ebb, replaced by a crushing, soul-deep exhaustion. Julian turned to Sloane. He didn't look at her gun or the fire. He looked at her.