X Deadpool Novels & Stories

"You don't deserve to be my Papa. And you certainly don't deserve to be the Don of the Costa family." The gunshot cracked. Edmondo fell back on the couch. His eyes were wide. He couldn't believe his own son had just killed him. Vincenzo stared at Edmondo's bloodied body expressionlessly. He had killed everyone who had wronged Ella, but the ache in his chest didn't ease an inch.

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.

I gasped in horror, it was him, I'd remember the face anywhere. When he started to run with so much spend towards me I screamed. That was how I woke up, with a scream breathing so hard and sweating profusely all over, my clothes were soaked with sweat, I was totally drained. The only kinds of dreams I had were mostly a recurring memory of how she died, today she didn't look happy, she didn't look like the angel I'd drawn on my walls she looked different. She looked restless and seriously angry it made me wonder why she would be now, two years after her death.

A woman on the sidewalk cried out as she recogonized her daughter who had been eliminated two years ago. When the video ended, Higher Up #1 was dead, a bullet straight between his eyes. He was slouched over, not moving, the person next to him squirming to be free. "If you still have compassion for these monster tyrants, how about the times when they used the tax money for whatever the hell they wanted?" she asked, and papers fluttered from the sky, each person grabbing one and reading through it. Cries out outrage rang out, and it was silenced when the sound of the gun was heard. Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

His voice was getting frantic. Duke was not moving; his eyes were shut and his skin glistened with the first drops of rain that had come with the rumbling sky. “Duke!” Tim screamed. He had felt the panic in Jason’s voice and young as he was, he understood what that meant. Jack stood by the side, tears glimmering in his eyes. It seemed the boy had already given up on life before it started. “He is dead, is he not?” he asked.

Hybrid Corpse Seeker Preferred method to eliminate the assigned duties of Death. Can only be destroyed by a crossbow arrow to the thorax or sword through the spinal cord. Usually in the form of a Banshee. Rated 90% in kill success. "Did you learn any weaponry during my prison years," I asked him curiously and he stared at me with an open mouth. I shook my head and patted his back. "I'll teach you how to fire a medieval crossbow, I know how to sword fight already," I mumbled confidently. Rai looked at me and frowned.

How is he still alive? "You're not dead?" Dax clenched his fist; he said, almost growling. Dax also felt Donoghue's powers. His heart sank again. A Level Two Martial Emperor? Donoghue was already a Level Two Martial Emperor? Donoghue laughed when he saw the changes in Dax's expression. Still, he could not hide the contempt he felt for the man. He gritted his teeth and said, "Dax Sanders. You and Darryl are still alive, so how could I die first?"

“What are you talking about? Dante’s killer is dead.” “Yes,” he answered quietly, “Mr. Cruz is dead. But there’s more.” I blinked at him, confused. “More?” My father leaned back in my chair, those deep grey eyes studying me intently. “Mr. Cruz wasn’t just anyone. He was X.” For a second, the name didn’t register. Then it hit. X. The name whispered through every criminal circle, the assassin whose contracts left no witnesses. I felt my throat dry. “That’s not possible.”

"Hand over Valerie, or you can watch this little bastard melt in the silver poison." My husband, Alpha Gideon, locked our daughter in a deadly silver cage, his hands choking my neck as he viciously threatened me. All of this was for his lover, the Omega wolf, Valerie. No matter how I explained that I hadn't even touched Valerie, he wouldn't listen. I fell to my knees and begged him, but he still pressed the button to release the poison. Watching our daughter's little face turn purple, he said coldly, "Don't play me for a fool. I saw the DNA report. She's not my daughter. I don't care if she dies." By the time I finally rushed Mia to the hospital, it was too late. I wanted to leave with Mia's