Gifted X Men Novels & Stories

"Don't look at other men." Xara retracted her gaze and explained with embarrassment, "You know I was looking at him..." "No matter the reason, you're not allowed to look at other men." Steffan's lips were close to Xara's ear, his eyes exuding intensity. "Xara, in your eyes, in your heart, in your world, there can only be me." Nestled against Steffan, Xara softly said, "I have a gift for you." "What is it?" Steffan asked.

He was one of the most brilliant hackers in the world. Each of the boys was born a genius, their IQs ranging from 195 to 205. The boys were extremely fit because they had been in martial arts since the age of three. By the age of 12, they stood 5’10 and weighed 150 pounds, all muscle, with green eyes and fire-red hair just like their father and uncles. There were so many girls chasing after them that their parents placed bodyguards around them. They each attended a gifted private school for boys... not only to keep the girls at bay but also for social awareness. Xavier, however, had a private tutor. By the time they were 15, there was nothing else anybody could teach them.

Dad hadn’t even been gone for five minutes when the doorbell rang, and I thought maybe he’d forgotten something. Javi answered the door and there stood two men … one was older and the other looked like the Hulk. Javi must have been expecting them because his eyes lit up and he welcomed them in. They came in and the older man sat at the kitchen table with a briefcase, handcuffed to his wrist. What the heck? “Rae this is my old pal William, he hooks me up for all of Tilly’s goodies.” I had no clue what he was talking about. I sat down at the table and William opened his case, to display two dozen of the most amazing diamond rings I’d ever seen. I let out a huge gasp and quickly covered my mout

After surviving a kidnapping and being diagnosed with severe PTSD, I became the family's top priority. Every sharp object and glass item in the house was removed. The furniture was wrapped in thick foam padding, until not a single hard edge remained. My parents canceled all business trips. News broadcasts and violent movies were banned from the house. To help me feel safe, they even forced my younger brother, who had just earned a full scholarship to a top university, to stay home and keep me company around the clock. Everything changed on the night of my brother's lavish eighteenth-birthday celebration. When fireworks erupted across the sky without warning, I hallucinated instantly and grab

But she blessed Garren and I with our beautiful son, Xander. Xander's name means - Defender / Warrior. We chose the name, knowing he would be a man of honor. A man who would protect those he loved with his all. Xander is a full-blood werewolf. He is our gift only for this cycle. As a witch, my magic could only be passed to a daughter anyway. Xander was only part of our werewolf world, and we’ve taken every second with him as the gift it is. Xander stole our hearts, his soul was pure, and his smile could light up any cloudy day.

I propped myself up on my elbows, unwilling to miss the show. Each revealed body was a masterpiece of masculine perfection—Xander's massive frame covered in intricate pack tattoos, muscles rippling with every movement; Kane's leaner but no less powerful physique, the wolf tattoo on his chest seeming to move in the moonlight; and Dax, all coiled strength and barely contained energy, his arousal jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls. "Like what you see?" Dax smirked, catching me staring. "Yes," I admitted shamelessly, my gaze traveling from one magnificent male to another. "You're all so beautiful."

I walk pass Alex's table with a small good afternoon, storming to Xavier's office. "Are you trying to show off or what." I scowl taking a sit opposite him. "Good afternoon to you too Pari." He greets with a smile. The kind of full real smile I hardly see on his face. Am never going to get used to this. "What's up with all the gifts." I ask sternly. "You don't like them." A thin line appears between his brows. "I do."I sigh. "But you should stop." "Why." He pops one of his eyebrow.

We split the gifts into five main groups: emotional/mental, physical, strategic, leadership, and health. The emotional/mental abilities consist of wolves that can control the emotions of others, like Devin and Gael, or can control others, like Zak. Karamea’s gift of humor and implicit trust also fit here. There are also wolves that can plant ideas in others’ heads or make them forget that they saw something. There are wolves that can read minds and those that can act as puppet masters, causing wolves to say or do things at will. The wolves with physical gifts are able to manipulate the physical world. These can be as mundane as being an excellent cook or growing the most delicious crops

After Thomas left, Sharon turned her attention to the gifts in her room. The ones from Theo, Matty, and Wendy were all handmade—delicate, carefully crafted little treasures. Ginny and Casey had chosen their gifts with similar care, selecting pieces of jewelry that felt unique, far beyond the ordinary designs found in stores. The remaining three men had been more pragmatic. John and Xavier's presents were thoughtful in a different way—investments, opportunities that could benefit Sharon's endeavors. When she finally opened Carter's gift, she couldn't help but smile. It was a billion-dollar check.

Those vans are carrying two tons of smuggled materials hidden in their compartments. "If it weren't for inspecting that shipment, would you really have left your sterile autopsy room to come to this filthy dock yourself?" Stella's disguise finally shattered. "Mark! How dare you play me?" "Just because I only care about money doesn't mean I'm stupid. "What? Did you expect me not to call the police, waiting for you to kill Summer before silencing me too?" I planted a foot on Summer's chest. "Stella, you thought greed would control me. Too bad you forgot one thing.