Gifted X Men Novels & Stories

he started, “but no two Body Workers are the same. Some of them are better at healing themselves than they are at making bodily modifications—turning into killing machines, one might say—and vice versa. “But the gist of it is simple: each of them has an affinity for a certain subset within their group of powers. Very few people can be a jack-of-all-trades, regardless of skill, and the same rule essentially applies to Mind Workers… are you following?” “Forty-five seconds,” I answered, making his smile falter. Luckily, he went on. “My mother and Ella are better at influencing… manipulating a mind—but I am not the same. My specialty is memory, and I suspect that your inability to access your po

asked the older man. “It was interesting. The subject you teach is also interesting. I never thought that there would be these many supernatural creatures on earth itself,” said Aithusa and the man looked up and said,” You might look young but you have an old soul. Don’t you? And that is the reason that you are here.” “And you are?” asked Aithusa shocked that he would be able to see her so easily. “I am Gifted. I can feel and see things that others cannot. And you are here because you have trouble. And you have come seeking help from me,” said the man and Aithusa could do nothing else except nod.

he explained. " I saw a guy in one of the cams you showed the other time, his hand turned to metal when he touched the bed he was he sat on" I described " Oh....steel" he said, grinning from ear to ear. " My scientists created him in a special way that makes his body turn to metal whenever he touches one. Although he controls the ability whenever he likes" he explained. This is more serious than I thought, this man is obsessed with power and if care is not taken, with what he's creating, he could become a problem to the whole world.

Damon turned towards his father, “Do you have any suggestions?” Damien was silently thinking when his eyebrows raised and a smile graced his face, “We should ask Edmond.” We all looked at him expectantly, wanting to know who that is. “Edmond is our pack Elder who has a special and rare gift. You see, he is like a Seer, an all-seeing one, stubborn as hell, but a good-hearted old man.” Damien said, making our eyebrows rise, hearing that and more than ever agreeing to that idea, as Damon left and rushed to find the old dragon.

Xavier seethed making Damien rolled his eyes while Sinister grinned evilly. "Your reminding me of a fox from the story 'Grapes are sour' one. When you couldn't get what you want you named it useless. Amazing way to call yourself precious when your nothing but an arrogant fool." Sinister mocked him making him curled his hand into a fist. "Sinister," Damien warned the grinning guy who held his arms up in a surrendering manner. Damien is the elder member of their circle. Then Xavier and Rafael. And the youngest among them is Sinister. Xavier and Rafael got the inheritance from their fathers as they were the only legitimate heirs.

he whispered in my ears. *** Our departure from the pack became a month-long stay. Xaden showered me with gifts. And day by day, my skin brightened. I was no longer pale and gaunt. I was no longer sickly and thin. I’m now blooming with health and surrounded by joyful people. Every gift from Xaden and his pack is a rare treasure of enormous value. They all showed me utmost respect and affection as if I’m already their Luna. Xaden, every morning, kisses my forehead. He’s the sweetest male I ever met aside from my father. Though I heard he’s ruthless to his enemies and even to those who breathed the wrong way to the ones he loved.

He was not only the firstborn but also blessed with many gifts, while his brother was quite average. Their father never paid too much attention to Xavier; he was just a spare son to him. It was not always like that. Greg and Xavier were inseparable in their childhood, as he was the one to take care of his younger brother since their parents had a whole kingdom to look for. Everything changed when they became teenagers and their gifts appeared. It was clear who was the lucky one. Greg's gifts were unique and special, while his brother got almost none. He could shape-shift and nothing more. It was a great disappointment for their father, so he distanced himself from his younger son. Only their