Cyclops And Jean Grey Son Novels & Stories

He fucking knew the consequences. He should have never fought Ronan with blood rage activated. Because the second Ronan’s blood sprayed ... the pact Grey made with the Elders backfired. Grey had made a blood oath to protect his father. Blood was spilled. The universe demanded balance. Now his father was dying… And Grey was cursed. Grey snarled under his breath, the sound deeper than human vocal cords should hold. His wolf pushed toward the surface ... claws scratching the edges of his skin. He pulled the sleeve even higher.

He gave Clea to Zhukre and helped his son. "Hang-on in there," Choven said and slowly pulled Grey. "Ouch! Dad my stomach hurts," cried Grey and he paused, he observed his son and then he cried. He knew that Grey has broken ribs, it was not his stomach that's hurt but his upper part of the body. He cried and Zhukre asked him why. When he looked closer at Gray's state he looked horrible. "Grey, shapeshift into a wolf," Zhukre said. "What? why would he do that," Choven said.

I look at him in confusion when he stands and paces the room. “My dad is responsible for the death of thousands of rogues, humans and wiped out packs. They wiped out the Dark Moon Pack.” I growl, you have got to be fucking kidding me! He is the son of Sampson Kingsley, the leader of the rogues who caused the fucking war. I place my hands on top of my head. Fuck! Oh, Gaia will fucking freak out. She will no doubt try to kill him for what his father did. Hold on, if Sampson was his father does that mean Crystal was his mom?

He took a longer look at Kayden and his eyes widened in realization. "Claire who is his father" he asked again but this time in a softer voice I felt a tear roll down my cheek and Kayden turned around and gave me a hug. "Mommy don't cry" Kayden said Jacobi ran his hands through his hair exasperatedly. He stared at me with raised eyebrows and I only nodded my head in reply. "Impossible" said alpha Duncan in disbelief " lycans cannot have children with humans" Jacobi knelt down to Kayden's level, but even though he was kneeling, he was still way taller and bigger than my five years old son who was already at my waist level.

Chapter 13 Alpha Rogan's POV Councilor André got up from the ground and looked me in the eyes. His mouth was bloody and as he tried to stand straight, he groaned in pain. He looked at the other councilors and they looked at him, their eyes telling him not to say a word. He ignored them and turned to me again. "Long ago, when I was young, I hadn't found my mate. I was destined to not find anyone as a mate. I explored the ancient Lycan archive's and discovered a way to by-pass the will of the Moon-Goddess and get any mate of my choice."

She picks up the boy and comes to sit next to me. "Saph I need to tell you something but lets first start explaining who this is. This is my son Grayson. He is a hybrid between an angel and a werewolf. He was born with some special powers. Mainly he can see the future. What he told me now is going to be a shock to you, so please stay calm and have an open mind. Grayson here asked me if you know that you have a baby in your tummy?" "No of course not. I am a ...." I trailed off remembering that Andrew told me we made love the night before the accident. Panic is settling in the pit of my stomach.

In the background pic of this phone was a picture of Elder Sthor and Grey. My eyes narrowed as I stared at the picture, unwavering. My brain began to connect invisible dots. Grey and Elder Sthor? Wait—is he—? I looked at their faces, like really looking at them, and— Shit. The resemblance. Sthor is his father? Grey is the son of a council member? Not just any council member, but Elder Sthor? The almighty, homophobic Elder Sthor? A loud laughter that echoed through the room left my mouth.

Lycan. He refused and got married to another werewolf and all the children they gave birth to were pure werewolves instead of being cross breeds between werewolves and Lycans. The Lycans were definitely not taking that and they revolted against him. A war broke out and even though the werewolves managed to survive it, Kristopher died in the war. His wife who was already heavy with child gave birth to her son whom she named Tenzing, your grandfather. He enjoyed a peaceful reign for the first few years but then a usurper rose up amongst the Lycans and he led them away from the werewolf territory back to their own land. Your grand father cared little about the Lycans and he was even happy that

And I draw Ryan’s attention. He gives me a small apologetic smile, and then continues. “But she was already with child at that time. Twin boys were given birth to. The first was a full Lycan, and the other, was a hybrid. The full Lycan, my father, and the Hybrid, Gerald’s father.” What on earth does all these mean?

I stand with my back straight and shoulders back. “Any last words?” I ask standing in front of him. “No cousin,” Jasper really thinks reminding me of our shared grandparent will save him. *********Flashback************ June 30 1991 “You and I are not friends,” I remind my little cousin. “I am a Lycan and the next queen you are an Alpha wolf.” “We are cousins,” Jaspers demands. “Sharing one grandparent means we share DNA not that we are friends,” I roll my eyes and push him to the ground.