Cyclops X Wolverine Novels & Stories

Sophia’s POV** The dream felt too real. Wolves clashed beneath the full moon, their skin was filled with blood, their howls carrying sorrow and pain. But in this chaos, I saw him, Xavier. His golden eyes burning as he fought an enemy, one I couldn't see. Then, Alpha Baron appeared, his big form slamming into Xavier. Their battle was brutal, their power shaking the earth. I stood in the middle of it all, frozen, a whisper of a name filled my ear.

Beta Vegas (smile not faltering): "From the usual garden. I thought a warm drink would soothe you." Blythe (overseeing him): "How kind of you." She placed the cup back on the saucer without sipping. Vegas inclined his head politely, but his eyes flicked toward the cup again. Then, toward her throat. Beta Vegas (low, under breath): "So close…" Xavier's Vision The air in the volcanic vault shifted the moment Xavier touched the weapon's edge. The hairs on his arms stood up. The fabric burned his fingers like ice set ablaze. His wolf, Archer, recoiled—then went completely silent.

I can’t close the wound properly or heal our sight as long as the wolfsbane is in the wound! A wolf and a lycan quickly join us. Naveah recognises the wolf as Elise, so I presume the Lycan is her mate Rover. My vision is getting blurry and I notice that Naveah’s footing isn’t very steady. The wolfsbane is entering our system from the wound. I hope we can make it to the medical tent without passing out. If I pass out Rover will have to carry me or Cooper will have to shift back. Making us even more vulnerable than we currently are.

She had propped me on the highest floor with a handful of guards I didn't need. I merely walked past their wide eyes, aware that I was naked as hell. A vein popped in my neck at the memory of what happened at the lake. Who was that doxy? White hair that shimmered like silver in the moonlight. Those blue sultry eyes. They looked icy, like daggers ready to pierce through my soul. I had seen her when she arrived with the Snowcap Alpha. A mere pup. I wondered how he had managed to rule and protect his pack.

“Then there’s the fact that I have no wolf—“ “—Well that obviously doesn’t matter if you can still pick up all these absolutely hotties without trying,” Lucy replied. “There’s always been something about you, Freya.” “Ugh, not that crescent birthmark crap again,” I groaned. “You don’t think it’s weird that we’re werewolves, and you just so happen to have a crescent moon birthmark on your back?” Lucy asked. “You’ve been watching too many of those friggin’ movies again,” I replied.

Others believed that the time had come to end the cycle of violence and forge a new path for their races. Amidst the heated exchanges, the Beta stood tall, his voice steady and commanding. He eloquently laid out his vision for a future where werewolves and vampires coexisted in harmony. He appealed to their shared heritage, emphasizing the need to break the chains of animosity that had bound them for generations. Slowly but surely, he began to sway the council members to his side.

It isn’t until they are in the middle of the small warrior camp that their presence is noticed and the 4 Lycan warriors overseeing them come out of the main tent. They surround Farris as the rest of the werewolves all fight his males. Farris growls low as he turns in a slow circle, watching each Lycan that is around him. One takes a small step forward, making Farris smirk. He doesn’t attack the one that stepped toward him, he instead turns quickly and sends a spinning kick to the one that approached him from behind.

"You wanna die.... Ehn.... You think you can just die, what about your parents, me, your company." He didn't move, he just stand there, still, staring at me.... While I try to control my emotions. I feel angry, hurt and at the same time sad. "Xavier...." He connects his lips with mine, cutting me shut. (My little chocolatings, given those two a ship name *Xap.* what do you think, or you got a better ship name? Like and comment like always. Wait and also, the next chap is a 18 rated scene, please skip if you don't have a liking for sex scenes. Love yal. ADIOS.)

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

"I need you to help me with something." "What?" Delaphine hand moved from around me. "I need you to help me but a stop to Bazaar." Her eyes widen, surprised. "He's a werewolf Del, I saw him shift into one." Delaphine could not believe what I had said. I showed her the cloak I was wearing and informed her it was what he was using along with the leather gloves to protect himself from the wolf's bane. Delaphine nodded, still in shock by the news. "If he truly is, how can we stop him?" she asked.