Gengar X Novels & Stories

Xander's POV: The next morning, I was out on the ground that we used as the training center. It was 5 in the morning and the pack members were getting ready for the training session. Lucas, my gamma, was standing beside me, eyeing everyone with an assessing gaze. He was about 100 years old but in human years, he was not more than 25. He had fought in many supernatural battles and due to his tactics and strategies, he was the head of the military and training of the pack members.

Xan said with a shrug. “Why would I let you train me?” Grace said suspiciously. “Because the best way to get back at that cheating cunt, is to be a better Gang leader than him! Take that anger and channel it into something productive” Xan said. “Like what?“ Grace asked. “Revenge of course! Now I see you downstairs in the gym in half an hour and clean your teeth your breath stinks!” Xan said as he walked out.

It stands for: 'Mysterious Demon'. "No one gives a fuck, Demon" Xavier replies, indifferent to my entrance. Xavier, is my trainer, my friend, my father figure, and most importantly, he's the world's strongest street fighter, my rival. We work as a team outside of the ring but are ready to kill each other inside the ring.

"Mother, you've waited for decades for this, don't be stressed out now. Once the Ginnak is found and she does her work, we'll kill it. Whose body it's in now won't probably know its powers." "I'm not stressed out, Peter, it takes years for a Ginnak's powers to be activated." "Then take some rest. I've got some goods to deliver to Breguet's family." Peter said. At the mention of Breguet's family, her mood soured. "That is a family of pure blood, Peter." "Yes, mama. What's the best place to strike an enemy from?" His smile tilted to a smirk. "From the inside." __________

Many wounds started appearing on the steel-backed alligator's back. 'Tsa Xang is 8th stage Spirit Establishment cultivator, while the other three are in the 7th stage of Spirit Establishment. They're pretty strong.' Tsarayu observed those 4 as they fought. 'Although its defense is the strongest out of all the Spirit beasts I have seen yet, under the combined attack of those 4, it won't survive for much longer.' Tsarayu judged looking at the situation. After a fierce fight, a steel-backed alligator finally felt like his life was in danger as it started retreating towards the pond.

Xavier sends a loud roar to the others as a signal to attack the enemy. He runs at inhuman speed towards the beast, and he jumps on him, climbing his giant body. The beast growls and wiggles his body, trying to shake him off from his shoulder, but Xavier is faster. He opened his mouth, showing his razor-sharp cannis, then he bit down on his neck, snatching his head from his body. he let out a blood curdling scream as Xavier's sharp cannis tore through his cloaked flesh, his blood coating Xavier's black fur.

K, From,N.S¬| He let's out a groan. Looks like he needs to get ready. He's got a fight tommorow. Again. His sore shoulder and legs screamed at him in pain. He definitely shouldn't have gone to that fight today.

The ensuing battle was a cacophony of snarls, clashes, and the rhythmic dance of adversaries locked in mortal combat. Xander, a beacon of resilience, dove into the fray, his movements a dance of calculated strikes and unwavering determination. The pack link hummed with the synchronized efforts of his warriors, a chorus of unity against the encroaching tide of rogues. Each clash, each defiant roar, echoed the unbreakable spirit of the Red Moon Pack.

"But it’s old. It’s tired. Why wait for this child to wake up when I have a goddess standing in front of me?" ​"Let her go!" Julian roared. ​He scrambled to his feet, grabbing a heavy metal tray from a nearby table. He swung it with everything he had, catching Silas across the jaw. Silas stumbled, blood blooming on his lip, but he didn't fall. ​Silas wiped the blood away, a cold, dark smile spreading across his face. "A human protecting a ghost. How pathetic." ​He snapped his fingers. ​From the shadows of the room, four security guards emerged. They didn't have guns; they had heavy iron batons wrapped in copper wire—frequency weapons designed to paralyze the nervous system.

“Because she wants us dead and touching her is assuring her, we don’t hate her” Shane hates a lot of people and River is not one of them. “And we hate her so much that Neo is going to kill X for her”, I finish sarcastically. The animalistic groans coming from the ring in front of us signals the start of the agni-kai. Xandar’s wolf comes to play. Smaller than an Alpha’s should be, grey like the dulling headache he is, with a white fur scar running across his left eye and with mismatched eyes, he’s what I’d like to call all bark and no bite.