X Deadpool Novels & Stories

"Daddy will keep you safe." As he started to say the magic words that would take her to safety, an arrow flew past his ear and struck the wall behind him. He had hardly any time to react when another arrow hit him right in the chest. The sharp pain shot through his body like a lightning bolt, making him stagger backward. Draven felt blood oozing from the wound. He fell to his knees but refused to give up. With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke.

She handed her drink over to one of the other girls and straightened her black-wrap dress. Andrea chewed the inside of her mouth. Just because he had a scar on his face didn't mean he was an anti-hero. It didn't define who he was. Zain was...classic hero material. Not that there was anything wrong with Deadpool or Wolverine, but they weren't Zain's type.

“It could be. It’s registered to his address. It took me some time to find this out but yeah, he lives in the same damn house that he grew up in. His mother passed away seven years ago; the father died a few years back. He inherited the property and the land that went with it. They run the gang out of the back yard. Only, it’s not a back yard, they have plenty of land.” “The Criminals on Wheels have been causing a lot of trouble, right?” Again, Lex nods. “And aren’t they responsible for the death of one of their own members? Some guy called,” I place two fingers on my temples. Fuck, I’m getting one hell of a stomping headache right now. “Can’t remember his name. Think it begins with an F.” Y

Ada asks still holding her knees. “I was hated by my father, he tried to destroy me, but my mother’s father kept me safe. I rose from the ashes and killed my father,” Mr. X smiles as he says it. “Not really, he is still alive, but his business is mine. His name in the industry is dead. And he has no idea it was me.” “You have a lot to be proud of. So, I’m guessing your name is not actually X,” Ada looks over at him and meets his eyes.

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

Matteo leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, the deadpanned look still on his face, “And how do you propose we go about finding a man who by all other knowledge was declared dead?” Xander’s lip curled up distastefully, “Do I look like some low life gangbanger to you?” He scoffed, “I’m the Don of the fucking Mafia.” He leaned back in his chair with an arrogant smirk on his lips. Xander’s confidence sparked something in Lorenzo, “I’m listening.” “Alright then…” Xander leaned forward and began explaining the plan to them. *** “Hey you.” Xander’s arms encircled Serenity’s waist as he came up behind her and dropped his chin on her shoulder to peek into the pot over her sho

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

My heart sank, and I instinctively tried to step away, but he was already striding toward me. "Ella!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chatter. "It's really you! You're not dead!" Everyone around turned to look. Their gazes were full of curiosity and scrutiny. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. "Signor, you've got the wrong person," I said coldly. "I'm Luna Kane, not Ella." "Wrong person?" Vincenzo laughed. His voice dripped with madness. "You can change your name, your hair, everything, but I know you. I'll never forget your eyes, your nose, and the corner of your mouth."

Tears fill my eyes when I smile and touch his face, "I'm so happy you're okay. I was so worried! Zapora was really worried!" His eyes soften when I mention Zapora, "How is she?" He asked. I shake my head, "She's not good. She's A shell of the person we once knew." Eddie's face instantly falls at the news, "But don't worry Eddie, we'll all get out of here." "Not all of us." My brows pull together, "What do you mean?" "You don't know?" "Know what?" "Xander is to be executed in two days."

Whatever warmth had been left in his eyes was now completely gone. "Let's just pretend we never had a son like you, you ungrateful bastard. "My only son is already dead. You killed him." He waved his hand wearily, as if every last bit of strength had been drained out of him. "Get him out of here." "No—!!!" Roger's scream was dragged out into the rain until it faded completely. Casey stood perfectly still, her face unreadable. Only when his voice had disappeared did she slowly turn and walk toward the exit.