How Did Wolverine Know Quicksilver Novels & Stories

Ronan barked orders to Midnight wolves. But I did not move. I could not. Lucian stumbled toward me, eyes wide and shadow flickering wildly at his feet. “I didn’t mean—” “I know,” I said, gripping his shoulders. Another creature lunged. Ronan intercepted it, his blade slicing through its torso. The steel passed cleanly, but the shadow hissed and recoiled, edges fraying. “Silver,” he shouted. “It reacts to silver!” Xavier pivoted, claws slashing through another as Marcus’s full Lycan strength forced it back toward the fractured gate remnants.

My breathing became shallow, and I felt a sensation of hopelessness rush over me as Logan stood immobile, his fists clenched. "Let me know if you want to witness her demise," said Xavier, his voice dripping with venom. "I'd take her whatever." Logan's metamorphosis was near, his eyes flashing with rage and misery, his claws growing longer. But Xavier quickly let go of my neck and shot two silver bullets into Logan's arm, forcing him to yell in pain. I regained my breath at that point, but I was in shock, my heart thumping against my chest. As I approached Logan's wounds, Xavier stopped me, stopping me from reaching him.

Before I could explain anything, Loki scooped Alice into his arms and turned to leave the room, abandoning me where I stood. Only werewolves who had committed the gravest crimes were ever exiled from the pack and reduced to lowly rogue wolves. Had Loki really passed judgment on me like this, without even bothering to learn the truth? Thinking of the crystal still in Alice's possession, I clenched my teeth. I chased after them into the living room, only to see Loki kneeling as he carefully applied ointment to Alice's wound.

Then suddenly, the ground shook violently beneath our feet, a deep rumble echoing across the land as if the earth itself had awakened; I paused, my gaze snapping toward the horizon, and what I saw made my breath hitch for a split second, the legendary white wolves, moving like a storm, their presence overwhelming, their eyes glowing with a power that commanded silence even in chaos. For a brief moment, suspicion flickered through me—had Xavier somehow allied with them? But that thought vanished just as quickly as it came, because instead of turning on us, they tore straight through his forces. One by one, his warriors fell, unable to withstand their sheer strength; even the rogue wolves, who

Plus he also has the advantage of wolf speed, not just me but even Xavier could not beat him to defeat, not unless Xavier has his wolf with him. "My. My. My. What a miracle. A she-wolf." He said dramatically. Oh no he knows. The situation was really getting worst. Meanwhile, I didn't know how to handle it. Neither could I run nor scream. I hated how helpless I was. Oh Moon goddess, please help me!

I snickered at them, reading the expressions on their faces. I first doubted it being the moon goddess that stopped Logan from marking me. But when Xavier tried to mark me as well, the mark began to glow and it was at that moment that I knew that the moon goddess was clearly behind it. I knew that Logan was aware of it because by the second time we made out, he hesitated but before his canine could sink into me, the marks glowed.

The silver wolf, sensing the shift in focus, let out a deafening roar that seemed to challenge the entire pack. “See?” I hissed, adrenaline starting to course through my veins. “Keep it up.” We continued to yell insults, our voices hoarse but defiant. The rogues seemed torn between finishing off the silver wolf and dealing with the irritating human prey. The diversion bought the silver wolf some much-needed breathing room. It retreated a few paces, panting heavily but its gaze unwavering. It locked eyes with me for a fleeting moment, and a strange sensation washed over me – a feeling of recognition, of a connection far deeper than this unexpected encounter.

He could feel the raw power emanating from another werewolf, a fellow rogue like himself. Curiosity mingled with caution as he set out to find the source of the disturbance. Guided by his heightened senses, Marcus followed the scent of his newfound adversary deeper into the heart of Silverwood. The sounds of rustling leaves and distant howls filled the air, creating an eerie symphony that echoed through the forest. Finally, Marcus emerged into a small clearing, bathed in silver moonlight. There, standing at the center, was a formidable figure—a massive werewolf with fur as black as the night itself. Its eyes glowed with an intense amber light, reflecting a primal hunger for power.

"Tell me more, my friend. Be explicit." A determined glimmer shone in Trevor's eyes as he continued, "Within Jekyll's laboratory, there are specialized snipers. They are armed not with bullets, but with chemical needles. These needles contain a powerful tranquilizer called 'Zipit,' designed to tame wild animals like gorillas and lions. With these snipers, we can bring the werewolves to their knees, rendering them docile and under our control."

To Alex, he said, “You have five minutes.” Alex nodded acceptance and thanks before Logan spun on a heel and left the room, closing the door behind him. I was left alone in a room with a stranger. I tried not to fidget nervously as I clung to the facade of calm. I couldn’t let him know how unnerved I was to be stuck here talking to him. “So,” Alex began. “The Silverwolf has been found at last.” Chills ran down my spine, and I stiffened in shock. “How did you know?” I asked curtly.