Gengar X Novels & Stories

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

Xander chimes in, clapping his hands three times. I giggle and leave the packhouse, making my way to Mama Lil and Papa Garren's cottage. - An hour later we are all ready to go. They guys are all dressed casually. Arkham looks so handsome in a pair of white shorts and a black summer button-up shirt, his tattoos are on shown. He has smart sports shoes on. He's also wearing two silver necklaces, and his hair is styled perfectly messy and sexy. What the hell is wrong with me!?!?

It's an old spell, a very powerful spell, and Addison feels it draining her. She drops to her knees, She looks around desperately, for anything, something she can use. .... Xavier and Damien are fighting in wolf form as they quickly take down Garrick's men. Xavier growls before shifting, He slowly stalks toward Garrick who's standing in front of a tree with no one left to protect him. Garrick instantly recognizes Xavier then begins laughing. This confuses Xavier and he's pauses, tilting his head sideways slightly as he tries to figure out why he's laughing.

Today, the biting mountain frost was beginning to retreat, leaving the earth soft and yielding beneath the boots of a new generation. Xander stood at the center of the field. He wore no armor, only a simple, dark canvas tunic and durable trousers. His massive frame still cast a long, imposing shadow across the plateau, and the faint, pearlescent scars of his past battles were clearly visible on his forearms. Yet, the terrifying, coiled-spring tension that had once defined his every movement was entirely absent. He stood with his hands loosely clasped behind his back, his golden amber eyes sweeping over the forty young wolves gathered before him.

she exclaimed, and the guardian’s growl shifted to a rumble of approval. “Correct. But one riddle does not earn you the stone. Face me in combat, and show me your unity.” Xavier stepped forward, ready to take on the challenge. “We’re not afraid of you!” he shouted, determination in his voice. The Earth Guardian charged forward, and the battle began. Xienma, Xavier, and Cassie fought with every ounce of strength they had, their movements synchronized, a testament to the bond they had forged. With each strike, they felt the energy of Zephyr coursing through them, empowering their every move.

"What are you talking about? Your shoulder has a huge gash on it! Your armor must be useless!" Xander held back his laughter as he thought about his armour. It was made with enhanced metal that had been refined and forged by the bestest of blacksmiths. His opponent must have been a descendent of a Holy Beast as it was able to easily tear through his armor. "Maybe... I'm glad I got it though." Xander said as he smiled gently at Diane. She had said a short prayer, healing the wound almost instantly. "What? Are you crazy?" "Only for you."

Cyran- “Let’s track down any potential Dragon Stone Keeper that was born around the time of Cyran. Cyran was born. Most Keepers are around the same age as their Guardians. Once all of them have been captured, we will expand our search to capture others.” My father said while getting agreeable nods from the others. I wasn’t sure how to feel right now. There were too many feelings rushing through me. There was anger, confusion, disbelief, shock and so much more.

Gandalf shouted, unleashing even greater power. Amidst the chaos, Xavier, who had previously fallen in his duel against Gandalf, struggled to his feet. Despite his injuries and exhaustion, a fiery determination blazed in his eyes. He knew he couldn't let Gandalf reach the castle. With a burst of renewed strength, he joined the fray once more, rallying his fellow werewolves to push back against the army of artificial humans.

Suddenly, I’m aware that if Xavier walks in right now, this stops being emotional. It becomes war. “Kendrick.” Xavier’s voice cuts through the room like a blade. He’s standing in the doorway, shoulders rigid, eyes locked not on his brother— But on me. His gaze drops briefly to my mouth. Then to my wrist. The red marks on my wrist were very obvious. I moved instantly creating space between Kendrick and me as soon as I saw the direction of his gaze. Something in his expression changes. Dangerously. “What is this?” Xavier asks, his voice low.

What the hell is going on? Xander glares at Garrett and beckons to his towering, muscular bodyguard to come over and handle him. “Get him out of here and tape his fucking mouth shut whilst I decide best way to handle this.” The bodyguard nods and manhandles Garrett who thinks twice about fighting him, instead he gives in.