Slade Wilson Deathstroke Novels & Stories

Victor and Chloe were actively, slowly murdering him. The realization didn't bring fear; it brought a cold, terrifying, psychopathic calm. They were poisoning him slowly enough that when he finally dropped dead of a "stress-induced stroke," no one would question it. Chloe would inherit his wealth as his grieving widow, and Victor would absorb Cole Corp entirely. Ethan’s finger hovered over the screen. He typed a quick reply to Jax. What happens if I stop taking it immediately? A minute later, the reply came through.

“No magic. No wolf—” Blood coated my teeth and tongue, both visible as I peeled back my lips and grinned. “I don’t need either of those things to kill you.” Hidden up my sleeve, I pressed the small trigger that sent the knife Nox’s mother had gifted me down my wrist and into my hand. Slade’s eyes widened as I plunged it into his chest. “Should’ve aimed for my heart.” “Next time.” He gurgled as he stumbled back, his hold slipping from the knife buried in my gut.

"That’s the vengeance. Not ending your life. Breaking you down internally." He let go of Sloane. Headed to the window. Before I had time to respond he leapt. I caught the sound of a crash, from the floor beneath. Listened to Vadim's crew yelling. I walked over to the window. Glanced down. Xavier lay on the sidewalk. Still. Not breathing. He was dead. Glanced at Sloane. She sat on the floor. Her hands trembled. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. I inquired, "Were you aware?"

The old man wanted to take care of the Russian mafia himself so he didn’t let me go after him because he was scared I would end up dead somewhere in a ditch as well. I respected his wishes so I stayed away and let him deal with it on his own but it seems like I was being dragged into their business so now it was mine also. And they just signed their own death by pulling my dear baby into this. They should pray that I don't regain my strength anytime soon because if I do they won’t get out of here alive. They will meet their maker sooner than they thought. There is a reason why I’m called The Shadow of death. “No wonder Dominic is after you.” Mr.unkown said, tightening the hold he had on my f

He took his death over the betrayal. Mr. Stark was aware that the wolves and other shape-shifters would fall in danger once their location was traced. He was certain that intense hunger for more power would lead him to do things not predicted and to stop it once and for all, he took a silver bullet in his heart rather than communicating their pack's location. Reyne had cried. Bellowed such that the walls of the basement shivered. Her helpless yelling had stunned the spectators who were watching her father die his death after a long while of painful struggle.

a furious voice called out. Wilson spun around on the balls of his feet. His eyes picked up a small object hurling at him as fast as lightning. The tomahawk buried itself into Wilson’s chest. He gasped loud and painfully, his jaw dropping wide open. The sudden force caused him to topple backward and onto the ground. Alex stood up and gazed at him in astonishment. Wilson grabbed hold of the tomahawk’s handle and struggled uselessly for air. He was dead before his eyes could even shut.

He staggered back, blood seeping through his shirt as his hands grasped at the blade. “Y… you…” he choked, his voice breaking into a bitter growl. Cross forced himself to stand, his whole body trembling. He glared down at the man who had tormented his life for so long. “You’re the biggest loser I’ve ever met. And I hope you rot in hell with that fucking mistress of yours.” He spat into his face. With one last push, he yanked the sword free. Slade collapsed to the ground, his breath leaving him in a long, shuddering exhale. His eyes glazed over, and for the first time, the courtyard was silent except for the distant roars of Kaiden’s beast.

Her gaze shot upward with a glare. "You didn't tell me how he passed away," I inquired. "I-I..." Winter began. "It's alright," I reassured her, placing my hand over hers. "You don't need to share if it makes you uncomfortable." "We were attacked during the annual hunt by his half-brother, my ex-mate, and ex-mother-in-law," Winter grimaced. "Slade was bitten, and his body couldn't fight it." "Oh," was all I could manage to say. I wanted to ask what had bitten him, but I restrained myself. It seemed she didn't want to delve into the specifics, and if I were in her position, I probably wouldn't want to either.

He sliced through Silas’s robes, drawing a line of black, oily blood across the priest’s ribs. ​Silas didn't cry out. He laughed. ​"Is that the best the Ninth Life’s killer can do?" Silas swung the scythe in a wide, punishing arc. The blade caught Julian in the side, sending him crashing into a stack of metal drums. ​"Julian!" I screamed.

Sheldon was dead. The whole incident totaled to less than two hours from the time he abducted Mandy. The person, who was regarded as a troublesome person by Internal Affairs and the City Guardian Division in the past had died so easily in Adrian’s hands. However, Adrian felt no sense of calm as there were many things happening in the country without anyone’s notice. He exhaled deeply and made a call to Daniel and told him to someone to clean up the corpses. Soon after, the Battle Warrior Department announced that War Legate Draco had killed Sheldon. Moreover, the media journalists were invited to the crime scene to take photos of the corpse as verification.