X Deadpool Novels & Stories

" There's a group of people that have been foiling our plans lately. I need you to assassinate their leader" " But I'm just an ordinary guy" I said feigning innocence. He chuckled and stretched forth his hand to one of the guards who placed an Apple iPad on his palm. He operated it for sometime and looked straight into my eyes. " Richard L. Williams, born on 24th of June 1985 in Starlight City. Married to Jane Williams, oh and your daughter Ashley, almost skipped her part" he said and smiled mischievously "Joined the US Military in 2009 with two tours in Afghanistan and one in Iraq. Awarded a medal of honor for saving the life of a Lieutenant and two corporals soldiers from the hands of the

Xaden plunged the blade into his thigh first, burying it to the hilt with a vicious grin. I can imagine how the edges tore at his flesh. On the way in and especially as the blade pulled out. He went at different places; Landon’s abdomen twice, his shoulder, his other thigh. By the time he got to the man’s neck, Landon was barely making a sound, twitching with every stab. Xaden stepped back from the man who he had practically shredded to pieces, parts of the dead Alpha’s entrails on the floor. He turned around to stare at the silent crowd, blood all over his body and then he threw his head back and laughed.

He said with an innocent grin and I chuckled. Foolish man. “I'm afraid that's not possible, Godfather!” I said and He chuckled darkly. “It seems you don't know the leniency of my plan, Kaden!” He said and immediately stood up from his position, heading to a corner and I blinked immediately I saw Xander. He looked nearly lifeless, if not dead, blood all over his body and fresh bruises. His face was worse that I nearly looked away from the gory Sight bit I was already used to stuffs like this.

The shockwave blew out the remaining windows of the fortress, sending shards of glass flying like diamonds in the dark. ​We were locked in a stalemate, our blades hissing as the energies fought to consume each other. ​"Look at yourself," she hissed, her face inches from mine. "You're bleeding. You're trembling. You're human. I am the First Life. I am the pure extraction. I don't need a Shield. I don't need a Doctor. I am the End." ​"You're a tool," I spat, blood bubbling at the corner of my mouth. "Silas made you to be a battery. He made me to be a person."

Isabella's POV I never believed that saying about your life flashing before your eyes when you're about to die. It always seemed cliché and stupid. But everything changed when I stood face-to-face with death, and my life replayed before me, both the good and the bad. --- One Month Later Xander Diaz, known as "the Draco," was killed in a shoot-out with the police. The most dangerous man in the city was gunned down. There has been no statement from his family, and the police urged citizens to celebrate this victory, claiming peace had been restored.

I was happy and I nearly forgot about Japhet or dad, because in these months no assassination attack took place. I turned on the television for my daughter to watch cartoons but I saw news broadcasting all over. "VERY IMPORTANT! After two years of silence, Mafia Boss Xavier Hill of DarZ group has raided the Mayor of London for being corrupt," the anchor in the news channel read the headlines, causing me to freeze in my seat. 'Xavier is Japhet codename. Is he alive?'

I let the metal scrape her skin, blood dripping from her forehead. She winced, biting her lip till it drew all the blood left in her. “Any last words?” I asked, quite eager to know. Ari spat at me in disgust. “Fuck you.” The bullet penetrated through her head flying out from the back of her head. She dropped dead, and everything seemed to seize. All my enemies were dead. Of course there would be new ones, but for now they were dead. Ari Xavier was as dead as her late father, Lucian Xavier.

The room froze. "They're both dead." Total silence.

Exorcism or proper burial rites can banish them. How a Hindu undead spirit got to Underdenver was anybody’s guess, but I was becoming less and less surprised at anything anymore. X came out of his room in our apartment, looking unlike himself. Mr. X was known as the Man in Black who dressed Victorian while all the others dressed as 1950’s G-men. Impersonating Mr. M, X had to look the part, and so he did. “What about the real Mr. M?” I asked. “The real Mr. M is dead, but no one knows it but me. I’ve kept the knowledge of his death from becoming known so that I can use him as an alternate identity.”

Then suddenly the chanting stopped and Xavier’s eyes flew open in shock, then fear. Drake did not give him time to process anything, he did not hesitate. He used the last of his strength to drive the dagger in his hand forward and it pierced straight into Xavier’s chest. Xavier gasped with eyes wide, he was stuck in position by the staff so he could only watch helplessly. He thought his victory was secure, he never thought this would be how he died in the end. Drake leaned close, voice low and final. “This ends now.” Then he ripped the dagger free and proceeded to drag it cleanly across Xavier’s throat.