Morlocks X Men Novels & Stories

"I understand that. However, the fortune is now on their side. A reckless attack could lead us astray in ways we cannot predict." Morlock turned, revealing a deep scar etched across his brow. His face, sharp and unkind, carried the harshness of his words. High cheekbones jutted like blades, and his piercing eyes glimmered with malice. It was said a person's features could reveal their nature, and Morlock embodied that belief. Yet, Darius favored such individuals. He saw them not as men of principle but as tools, driven by personal gain—tools he could wield to his advantage.

“Did you not hear, the treasure vault is open! They’ve gone and done it.” “At what cost though,” I heard Elvie mutter under her breath. She is going to have to be careful. Her free spirit flourished under Declan, she needs to keep her cool for now. I don’t doubt these new Rogues would throw her in a cell. The blonde head of Morrell, shells rattling in his ragged blonde hair appeared out of the bunker hole. “Ah! There you are. Get these men to start carrying!” “Everyone!” Declan shouted but Morrel interrupted.

I was getting frustrated already but I didn't show it, I was very good at hiding my real emotions, something the KILL taught us. " My mother was friends with Damon so I visited their clan and wandered in the blood moon pack," " So you're sleeping with your mother's friend, but-" " Enough," Xavier's voice was low but commanding, Michigan and the other Molaros bowed their heads. His aura was dark, it was probably because the idiot mentioned me fucking Damon. The siblings were uncomfortable but Alexander and I were normal, I could tell Michigan wanted to question me further. " So my lady, why don't you want to be my luna?" Asks Xavier. Taking my hand in his, sparks erupted and it felt right.

My heart thunders harder in my chest the closer we get to Raiden’s office. When he opens it, the thundering becomes a bit harder to control because we’re not going to be alone in here. Morwenna, glossy black hair and impeccable face sits in an upright posture in one of the chairs, and in the other, Mort has a soft smile on his face, his eyes twinkling in an eerily dark way that sends a shiver down my spine. If Morwenna is the darkness of assassins and beautifully evil witches, Mort’s is the darkness of forests on a starless night. It makes sense that they grew up together.

I said getting up from my seat. " What your mouth Richard" Major Mark cautioned and I shot him a cold stare. " Well, they're fine, Austin was bitten too but that has been taken care of" Faceless said "What do you mean, taken care off?" I asked as I caught suspicion in his tone. " He will become a metahuman just like his sister" he replied lighting a cigarette. I sat back dejectedly, I wasn't expecting this. How could he? " That's the only option if you want him to live" he added

The noise seemed to stop for a moment and then with one loud, Morag broke through the barrier Shadow Abyss, destroying the last travel of guardian energy. He stands directly in front of Helixia, an evil smile spreads across his face. "It's good to finally meet you, the chosen one," Morag. Helixia's shock turns to a desperate question. "How can you look exactly like my father?"

With anticipation coursing through their veins, they awaited the commander's directive, poised to execute their next move with unwavering precision. As a Third Order, Morven held authority over two hundred Merlocks within the Merlock hierarchy, serving directly under the high commander. His army comprised solely of Elite Merlocks, meticulously chosen through a rigorous selection process. Beyond his status as an A-rank Merlock, Morven possessed exceptional genetic traits, distinguishing him as one of the rare individuals endowed with superior genes within the tribe. The resounding blast of the horn reverberated throughout the area, signalling that the humans had detected the Merlocks' presenc

Xavier froze, his hands moving to the back of his trousers. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Xavier Remus. I don’t want to cause any trouble. I want you to know that this pathetic excuse for a pack is surrounded by my men. They are not just some weak werewolves, they are lycans and with a snap of my finger, this place will burn…everything you’ve ever owned or possessed will come to naught. All I need is Morgan. He is already dead. What use do you have of him again”? Morgan stirred and groaned behind me. Even in his state, he still exhumed his alpha pheromones.

With a ferocious snarl that shook the dust from the rafters, Draven launched himself across the space, tackling Xavier to the ground just as the gun went off, forcing the bullet to stray wildly into the ceiling. Xavier didn’t hesitate either. As he hit the concrete, his own bones cracked and shifted, his body morphing into a large, ash-gray wolf. He snarled, snapping his jaws shut around Draven’s shoulder, and the two apex predators crashed into a stack of metal containers, initiating a brutal, bloody brawl.

Even Frix, who can read the thoughts of his sister, only lowered his head, not certain of what would happen. Xeno exhaled. “We’re actually from—” “XENO CLARKSON!” All of our heads turned in the direction of the voice. Xeno’s eyebrows furrowed, “Motley! You s*n of a b*tch you’re still alive?!” Up the hill is Motley standing together with three more men behind him. That means four werewolves to deal with and only Kelly and I are able to fight them equally with her, shifting to her wolf form and me with my bolt of lightning.