X Deadpool Novels & Stories

His gorgeous black head was now bloodied, his tongue dangling from his open mouth. The crowd gasped in shock. Max gripped my hand. I saw Mr. Chadwick’s fists fold in rage. The Vandals nearby circled around him, almost protectively. Ryders circled Aston. In the room, testosterone brimmed. Tattooed bikers facing each other off. “Oh, I’m sorry, I heard you like to hunt and display your kills so I thought I could bring you a fresh head,” Dexter said. His eyes were wild and psychopathic. “You think this is a joke? You’re a dead man,” Mr. Chadwick barked.

"Dad, what are you even talking about?" Before he got into the car, Gary patted Zach's shoulder. "The identity of the engineer who created the U.N2 reconnaissance and strike drone has been kept a secret. All we know is that the person is a young woman. If there's a chance, we may be able to introduce her to you." Zach was bewildered. He never expected to learn such shocking news. "The developer of U.N2 was a young woman?" He exclaimed inwardly. … In the exhibition hall, Chad just received a call from Ariel. His expression turned grim after he learned what had happened from her.

said the female doctor hanging the stereoscope around her neck placing her equipment back into her suitcase before bidding them goodbye. "I hope you hear that Draco. You shouldn't think too much now" "Yeah yeah, what news do you have for me" "Xander's dead. It's been confirmed" "I see" said Draco leaning down to the bed. His lack of enthusiasm didn't really come as a surprise to Arturo so Instead he pulled a seat sitting before Draco. "Now that Xander's gone and you have no one but me left, why don't you trust me to handle your assets? I've been following your footsteps, it's only right to trust me with them"

Mikael Deventus with his rings, each one catching the light slightly differently, already making a note on something. Alexander Duville, the vampire, with his default expression of aristocratic impatience, which I had come to understand was just his face and not personal. General Terel, who I had been slightly afraid of the first time I met him and respected enormously every time since. The Valen wolf — Damian's brother. The Royal Gamma, scarred, enormous and steady as old stone. Jaxon at the end. Who caught my eye and gave me a look were the newest faces in the room.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

I couldn't move or speak. Nemera opened my eyes. Noah stepped forward, clutching my hand. "Sadie, what's happening to you? What's going on?" Nemera gently withdrew her hand from his grasp, tears glimmering in her eyes. "Which truth do you want to hear? Do you want to know why my body is covered in scars from abuse? Do you want to know how our child died? Or do you want to know why my personality has changed so drastically? "Noah, if I tell you everything right now, will you dare to listen to me?"

She just turned on her heel and walked away, her boots crunching through the spreading pool of blood like it was nothing. I couldn’t breathe. I Could Not Breathe. “What the fuck—” I gasped, stepping backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. “What the fuck was that?!” Hoodie Guy’s expression didn’t change. He looked at the dead man, then at the brunette, and finally, back at me. “Bad timing,” he told me quietly. “Bad—?!” My voice cracked. “Someone just—she just killed him!” He sighed, like I was overreacting. “Yeah. That tends to happen in situations like this.”

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.

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."