Gifted X Men Novels & Stories

The dinner table fell into a dead silence. “Sweetheart, come with me.” Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage room door. In the corner were more than a dozen neatly stacked cases of the exact same whisky. Some were damp and moldy, others were covered in cobwebs. These were all the New Year’s gifts I had my husband, Kevin Zane, buy over the past three years. “W-What is this?” My voice came out dry. My throat was tight.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my brother and a valuable member of the Godfrey Group. The things you could learn from Mr. Gunn will be of immense benefit.” The sight of Damon’s prim little smile was almost too amusing for Xavier to savor. He could not wait to see how long that lovely brotherly smile could last on that man’s face. Grant laughed, too. “Gee, you brothers are chummy! I'm jealous of your father. How great it must be to be blessed with two talented sons!”

They were going to swear their loyalty to him but why was he saying he wasn't the alpha they came for? "Alpha Xoel," the older man who was a Guard-Gifted said with his head bowed. My eyebrows knitted. Who's that? ‘Moron,’ Zinnia said, but her tail was wagging with excitement. I was still lost. ‘Your for-now last name is Xoel,’ oh!

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

But what shocked us the most was his revelation about a secret legacy that had been bestowed upon Xander—a legacy that held the power to change everything. According to Gabriel, Xander's father had been a member of a clandestine organization known as The Guardians. Their mission was to protect ancient artifacts of immense power from falling into the wrong hands. Xander's father had entrusted him with a task, a quest that would lead him to uncover the truth about his heritage and fulfill his destiny as a Guardian.

I whisper, “I was thinking about…Ella, today. Watching her access our mother’s gift. And then I was holding Rafe the whole time. And Roger…I think that Xander wanted Rafe to be conceived mostly because of his royal blood – but I think what has been underestimated here is the fact that Rafe is the grandson of a goddess. And our child will be too. What if these children have access to the same kind of gift that Ella has…” “Do you have the gift?” Roger asks, curious. “I can wield it,” I point out, “when Ella passes it to me.” “Why didn’t you guys get two?” he asks. “I don’t know,” I say, frowning. “Maybe one was enough. Or…maybe because Ella asked for it when we were out in the desert.” “Do you

The next day went as usual. After lunch, Xia suggested the four of us play the Cyclops-and-Dwarf game as a post-meal activity. I couldn’t help but feel exasperated by her occasional bursts of childlike behavior. I also mentioned the boy from earlier, and Xia rolled her eyes. “I hate male godsmiths the most. All they ever think about are physical equipment schematics and rust.” I said, “What’s the difference between men and women? Aren’t we all godsmiths?”

More men were inside, walking down the hallways between the cells, taunting and leering at the caged women shackled behind bars. I couldn’t tell if they were wolves or humans but either way, this was sickening. My voice shook as I whispered, “Xander.” “What is it, love? What do you see?” I couldn’t even put it into words. All I could do was send him a mental image down our bond so he could see for himself. His colorful curses filled my head.

It's been long since I felt such heat burning in me, the last time Xavier fucked me, I didn't feel it. You know what, I think Vanessa was right when she said Xender looks more romantic. That's absolutely right. Xender might be innocent in the face, the saint peter of ages, but trust me, he is a badass when it comes to sex and he doesn't know any shit about innocence.

“There’s no doubt Kyle Martin was today’s winner, keeping his position as the Kings’ right-hand man. But there’s one more member who deserves recognition tonight.” “Xavier Delano, step forward,” I called out to the gang's newest and fastest-rising member. He stepped forward with a confident glint in his eyes, dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, giving off a slightly sinister vibe. The others had followed the rules and wore jackets with the gang's crest. Normally, I’d admire rule-breaking, but for some reason, something about this guy felt off. Kyle hadn’t stopped praising him the entire time I’d been gone—and Kyle didn’t usually give anyone that much credit.