Deadpool X Wolverine Novels & Stories

Brody breathes out as he fights with my body. "Is it something worse than the usual?" Xavier asks Brody, and I hear him checking the Glock in his hand to make sure it is loaded. "This is not a battle with werewolves. There's no one to shoot, you blood-thirsty fuck," Brody spits out. "My bullets can kill more than werewolves, you unwoke species," Xavier snaps right back at him. "Shit," Brody growls then wraps his arms around my thrashing torso.

They had given birth to a werewolf. The woman, Elara, clutched her husband's hand tightly. "We need to leave," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Now." Draven nodded, . "Together," he said firmly. "We go together." Elara winced as a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. She had just given birth, and the strain of labor still weighed heavily on her body. But there was no time to rest. They had to move, and move quickly. Draven helped her to her feet, and together they began to gather their belongings.

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

Isabelle yelled. “Relax, Belle…” Xavier replied, although he seemed calm, Isabelle could feel the adrenaline coursing through him. But then before the werewolves landed on the ground, Cole watched through the collimator lens of his gun, as the iron bands around their necks suddenly loosened and broke off. Cole grinned and redirected his focus to Xavier. One of the werewolves was way ahead of the other and was about to pounce on Xavier when his band broke. Xavier half shifted, leaped with his paw held forward, slammed the Were directly in the middle of the chest with the heel of his paw, and without letting him retreat, slam him to the snow-dusted ground.

He quickly got out of the bed he shared with his Luna and followed his Luna Cara, heading for their son's room. Cara and Dennis are the Alpha and Luna of the Wolverine Pack. Their son Bret was to be the next Alpha after Dennis but he has not transformed yet up until this time making Cara and Dennis decide to keep everything that has to do with their Pack, The Wolverine Pack and their werewolves activities away from Bret in order to keep him safe. They carried on with their affairs secretly waiting on to the time when he would transform.

It was the first time in twelve hundred years I'd seen vampires and wolves fighting on the same side. But it wasn't enough. The humans had superior numbers, superior weapons, and superior planning. More wolves fell. More were collared and captured. Dr. Vex walked through the battlefield like she was strolling through a park, completely confident in her victory. Xavier saw a soldier aiming a large weapon at Thelma. Without hesitation, he threw himself in front of her. The sonic blast hit him full force. Xavier's scream of agony cut through every other sound. He collapsed, his body seizing, unable to move.

And then— It stopped. A wall of silence broke through the battlefield like a blade. My warriors slowed. So did theirs. Because standing across the clearing, perfectly aligned in formation and waiting like they'd been expecting us all along... were Dexter and Xavier. And they hadn't come alone. Rows upon rows of rogue wolves, more than we had anticipated, flanked them on either side. Banners I didn't recognize rose behind them, packs from distant corners, drawn in by lies or promises I could only imagine. At least six thousand. Maybe more.

"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.)

Dad shook his head. "She's a werewolf. Her healing ability was intact, but she broke Xavier's spine. Then she went mad," he explained. "She held him on the ground and asked him if he had ever loved her. "Later on, while she was out hunting, a tree trunk split by lightning pierced straight through her heart. She died on the spot. As for Xavier, he rolled down the mountain, and his body was never found." Dead. They were both dead. The farce had finally come to an end.

Then suddenly, the ground shook violently beneath our feet, a deep rumble echoing across the land as if the earth itself had awakened; I paused, my gaze snapping toward the horizon, and what I saw made my breath hitch for a split second, the legendary white wolves, moving like a storm, their presence overwhelming, their eyes glowing with a power that commanded silence even in chaos. For a brief moment, suspicion flickered through me—had Xavier somehow allied with them? But that thought vanished just as quickly as it came, because instead of turning on us, they tore straight through his forces. One by one, his warriors fell, unable to withstand their sheer strength; even the rogue wolves, who