X Deadpool Novels & Stories

I replied, sliding my dad's rifle away from my forehead. If it weren't for Lucas to come on time, I couldn't have made it alive. In the attack I even lost my phone and handbag. " Did you see the face of anyone who dared to attack Theodore's men?" Seeing my dad getting curious, I thought of playing along. " Yes, I saw his face. He was Xavier Hill himself, the underworld Boss of DarZ group." " How did you know that?" My mom interrupted me. She's definitely a sick fan of Xavier Hill, the mysterious Mafia Boss who is feared by everyone. No-one has seen his face but heard that he's a super handsome man with tattoos all over his chest and arms.

*This is for Declan". She shot him in the other knee making him howl in pain, but Sasha and Elyas didn't let him go down. She asked them to stretch out his hands and she shot both his wrists for touching him and lastly she aimed the gun between his eyes with shaking hands. Xavier stepped behind her, holding her hands to stabilize the gun and shot him dead in his forehead. "That was for hurting Xavier". She whispered looking into his eyes that lost their light in a matter of seconds. "Clean it up". Xavier barked at his men before lifting her in his arms and strode out of the basement and then the building.

"I'm here. I'm different, but I'm here." I looked at my hands, watching the light dance beneath my skin. Not vampire. Not wolf. Not witch. Something entirely new. Something that had never existed before. The self-destruct alarm blared, cutting through the moment. Ten minutes remaining. "Celebrate the miracle later!" Xavier shouted. "We need to move!" But Dr. Vex, lying on the ground dying from blood loss, laughed weakly. "You can't stop the self-destruct. It requires my biometrics, and I'll be dead in minutes. You're all trapped."

Maya was in the supply room, counting soap, because apparently romance was dead but hygiene had survived and become everyone’s problem. “Bitten?” she asked. “Doesn’t look it.” “Armed?” “Knife. Bad one.” “Intent?” “Mostly desperate.” Maya put down the soap. Then Miles added, “Says his name is Dex Hartley.” For one second, the room became very still. Not outside. Outside kept being outside: wind against corrugated metal, distant dead dragging themselves through streets they no longer had appointments in, someone swearing near the water tanks because gravity remained a bastard.

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?"

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

That's when my eyes widened at what Mr Perelman said. So, Albus and Hailey are alive? Then the only dad died? What a trick of nature! I immediately turned to the door when suddenly someone came in. The none other than Albus Wesley. The Zombie Man though he can fool everyone not until he met the woodcutter. The woodcutter saw the Zombie Man eating a white deer in the middle of the forest. My eyes widened not because I saw him again, but because I could see the black aura on him. Only now have I seen something like this. From my bed, I could see with my bared eyes the black smoke all over Albus Wesley's whole being.

Rising from the concrete floor was a wisp of flesh-colored smoke, growing denser to form the undamaged version of the dead lady. "Rita Arellano," Calix began, releasing Kat and stepping forward, "Your time in the mortal world is done, and now you must pay your dues in Hell." Kat didn't know what it felt like to be stripped off a physical form, but it must've felt normal, because Rita's not even fazed. "Say what now?" "I am Calix, Reaper of iniquitous souls, Punisher of the wicked. I have come to—" "You're the man I was planning to ship off in a gay bar. Now you're talking shit," Rita interjected, frowning. "What's happening?" Her beady eyes found Kat. "And you're that ugly bitch I tried to d

Sullivan sighed. "Whoever does this enjoys the pain they inflict." Sullivan nodded in agreement. "We'll catch the bastard who's done this. Everyone slips up eventually, leaves something behind." "Yeah, everyone except this guy. It's like he's a ghost. You've heard the rumours about a collector hired by cartels and biggest gangs to clean up their messes, ensuring no one finds out how they are connected. It's like some kind of twisted voodoo magic, with how easily the bodies are dumped and no one, not even cameras catch them." I grabbed the cup of coffee from her hand. Taking a big gulp, I resisted the urge to gag as the coffee grounds hit my tongue.