Wade Wilson Deadpool 1 Novels & Stories

“The Liam I knew was obsessed with his wolf and status. I am surprised by your refusal.” “The Liam you knew is dead. I killed him and for once, I am planning to live with those consequences.” I admit. Wade watches me for a moment, his wise eyes taking in my words and processing them. I would never have admitted it years ago, but Wade has always been a sort of silent reader. He observes, assesses, and then he decides. There isn’t much that escapes his notice. “I’m not sorry for exiling you.” He says, looking back out at Ali and Adriana. Who are playing with the kids and laughing together.

"Here. This is the deceased's info. Take a look." "Why would I want to look at..." Wade trailed off, staring at the papers, his hands starting to shake. His eyes went wide, and after a long, stunned pause, he muttered, "No... no, this isn't... it can't be her!" "Why don't you go see for yourself?"

However, he doesn't dwell long on the alliance, and he lunges at me again, straight at me, but he doesn't reach me. Adrian moves first, and his claws sink into Wilson’s chest. Wilson’s eyes widen, and for a moment. Adrian pulls back and Wilson staggers. His gaze finds mine, full of disbelief. Maybe anger, or the realization that this isn't how he imagined it would end. He drops to his knees and falls. Wilson doesn’t get back up. Just like that, he's dead. After months of terrorizing us. My whole body is trembling, my gaze goes back to the fight. Most of Wilson’s men are either unconscious or surrounded by our warriors.

He had put my mother right back in the danger that had nearly killed her. "He's dead, Liya. His corpse is dangling down there at the border. Your mother killed him." I froze, my eyes widening as his words began to make sense. "Alpha Wade is dead?" "Yes," Connor continued. "That's what I've been trying to tell you since you got here. I don't know how exactly it happened because I was unconscious for a period of time. But we planned to stab him with a silver dagger laced with wolfsbane. Your mother got it done. Alpha Wade is gone. Forever."

It was tragic! Wade was furious as he raised his eyes and stared at Philip grimly. He then quickly opened the other five black and gold wooden boxes, all of which contained the heads of his confidants who were responsible for leading the 10,000 guards he had arranged outside. All of them had died tragically! At this moment, Wade finally realized what Philip had done. “Philip boy, how dare you kill my confidants?” Wade was livid as he pointed at Philip and roared!

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

Wade protested, shaking his head pounding on the chamber, trying to escape. I nodded to John, who lowered the levels again. “I have to wonder how long your body can take this. It’s bound to kill you, slowly and painfully. Which I’m all for. So, make this easier on yourself. Who are you working for?” I demanded. Wade was wheezing, weakly hitting the chamber. He started nodding, and I nodded to John, who turned the levels back up. “Talk.” I commanded. “The kid… Khalid… he was the one.” Wade was quick to throw Sarael’s nephew under the bus. And while I buy it, I don’t buy that Khalid would have him following Isis.

"You were supposed to be dead! How are you still alive? I saw the horde swallow you!" Wade looked just as shattered. He staggered back several steps, lost his balance, and crashed to the ground. Then, a foul, yellow stain spread rapidly down his pant leg. The camp commander turned deathly pale as his body quivered uncontrollably. Realizing disaster had arrived, he shouted in a stammering panic, "Guards! Guards! Arrest this traitor!" "I'd like to see any of you try." I ignored their terror and unleashed the full force of my Tier Seven abilities.

Williams lay on the ground, dead. Anderson and Carl were slipping his body into a body bag. After they were done they loaded him into the back of the Humvee by the truck. It was a grim sight and very depressing, to see someone on your team being loaded into a body bag. Even if Zane didn’t know him for long, it still saddened him.

was the last twisted words that fell from his lips One second he was on the verge of a breakthrough and then a knee connected with his head sending a sickening crack through the air. He fell to the ground. His eyes wide and motionless, blood slowly seeping from his open skull. A strangled sound left my mother's lips as she rushed to his side and I glanced towards Cassian, uncertain of my emotions. "I don't think he's breathing," Silas said, quietly over the deathly silence. He killed him.