X Deadpool Novels & Stories

His skinny body was shaking both in fear and weakness. The former Hutton would have rushed at me and fought, but this man here can easily be beaten by one of my guards in a few seconds. "Yes, that is your payment for taking Linda's life and making my life hell, even when I was still grieving for my family and pack extinction. You never cared. I am sorry, I don't care too..." I breathed, looking away as Xander's soft palm touched me. I knew he was going to plead on their behalf. Xander, whom everyone referred to as ruthless and evil, was going to beg them to keep them alive even though they were about to kill him.

A third cup lay on its side, coffee splattered over the table, and drizzling to the floor. I gasped as I watched the stream of coffee. A man in a black uniform lay sprawled on the tile, blood pooling around him. He was most definitely dead with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Holy hell! He was a guard here. His badge read Jon Sanders. I couldn't look at him any longer. He was dead. I couldn't imagine Thomas or Derek doing something like that, but that meant the maniac squad was definitely up here. Shit.

Just the skeletal remains of a civilization that had forgotten how to live without a screen. Xander was beside me, his breathing shallow but steady. Julian and Selene were huddled under a piece of scrap metal, watching the horizon. "Is it over?" I asked, my voice a dry croak. "The system is dead," Xander said, sitting up and looking at his wrists. The scars were just scars now. Plain, silver, and silent. "Everyone is a Zero, Sara. No one has a cent. No one has a debt. For the first time in a hundred years, the world is even."

Damian lay almost lifeless on the ground, his face and body bloody and disfigured. His breath whistled out wetly like his nose was broken and one arm was twisted the other way. He looked battered, his chest barely rising and falling. One eye was swollen shut and the other one had a deep cut on in, constantly leaking blood down his face. Xavier on the other hand was a few feet away, laying unconscious on his back. After exhausting all his strength in the fight with Damian, his body had grown weak. All the anger and rage he felt had oozed out, leaving him vulnerable and on the brink of death.

I saw Xavier’s face, then my mother's, then darkness. I am dead , yet somehow still alive, forced to witness the consequences of my choice to wield such a dangerous weapon. To save my loved ones, I must now navigate the world as a mere observer in my own body, struggling to maintain control against the blade's influence. The price of power has never been so steep, and I fear the true cost is yet to be revealed.

Xander lost and he was beaten to death. It was something that they had never expected! Who was Xander? He was the vice president of the Northmob Council, a big shot in his social circle who defeated countless renowned skilled fighters. He was so powerful that he could cause an earthquake with just a stamp of his foot. On the other hand, a big shot like Xander was actually beaten to death by Zayn in the meantime. Most importantly, Zayn was someone who had recently emerged over the past six months. Most people did not know him in the past.

Mark! It was a video of Mark. He was inside an abandoned building all tied up and beaten up ruthlessly. He had scratches and wounds all over his body. Blood was dripping from his head. He looked numb. Suddenly Xavier entered the room, his face was dark while his eyes were red-rimmed. He was looking very angry. He picked up an iron rod kept at the corner and walked towards an unconscious Mark with predatory steps. I flinched as soon as Xavier swung the rod in air and hit him hard on his head. He then kept walloping Mark brutally. After a few minutes he stopped and threw the rod on the cemented ground. Mark wasn’t breathing at all. It was clear that he had died. Tears filled in my eyes as I sa

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

"Don't let your guard down, even if it's at school. We must train hard and be prepared if he strikes again and might attack one of us. As for now, go to bed with the ones who have school tomorrow; please, why would I waste my time on you guys?! Said a deep cold voice as everyone in my pack froze in fear. That was the first time anyone heard of Xavier the black death. David Pov "Finally, you've woken up," I said, pretending to be impatient and angry. In reality, I was watching untiled Spiderman while eating strawberries. Hey, I still have the kid in me. If you don't like fuck you. The blonde guy whimpered in fear as he saw what I was wearing. "Y-you're... you're..." He pointed a shaking finge