Morlocks X Men Novels & Stories

, Xander and Xavier kissed their mates before shifting into their magnificent lycan's and took off to the fight. “We will celebrate our pups once we kill some rogues”, Xander mind linked his brother, knowing his brother was pissed about being interrupted. “Yes will will”, Xavier replied, showing his brother mental images of bending his mates over their bed. “Xavier focus”, Xander said as they reached the fight where his pack was fighting about fifty rogue merfolk. They took down all the rogues in about five minutes. “Brother, something isn’t right, this was too easy”, Xavier mind linked Xander.

Xavier demanded, his grip tightening on Derrick’s collar. “How come you aren’t affected yet?” Derrick asked, stunned by Xavier’s resilience. Xavier should have been incapacitated by now, writhing in pain on the floor. Rather than becoming weaker Xavier had staggered to his feet and now Xavier was standing to his full height his hand was shaking gripping Derrick’s collar. His chest heaving heavily fumes exiting from his nostrils. Rick was on Edge raging madly, Xavier’s eyes turned a light shade of yellow.

Dominic scoffed, clenching his hand around Melissa's neck making her groan, her eyes watering with unshed tears. "You had an opportunity to pull the trigger and you didn't," he shook his head amused, "Silly girl, thinking I'll make the same mistake. I've done more evil things than Killing my child, adding this won't make a difference to my darkened soul, ask Xavier. He is wiser and older." She struggled against his grasp making him hit her, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent while Xavier clenched his fist taking a step forward. "Another step, son and all the things you know about your sister here will be accompanied with was, don't let this one be on you man," He threateningly mumbled,

Her memories flash before me: fragments of her life, her fears, and deeper, darker corners she’s never shared. But as I dig further, something shocks me to my core. There’s a presence in her mind, something ancient and malevolent, not her wolf, but something else. Her beast stirs as I probe, and the realization hits me like a punch to the gut—Morana’s wolf has been cursed with a Meraloth. The Meraloth senses my presence, and with a violent surge, it ejects me from Morana’s mind. The backlash is physical, throwing me backward as her body jerks forward from the force.

He stopped at the same fence rail where she'd first found him watching the mountains, back when this had all still felt survivable in a small, contained way. "I keep thinking about what Morrigan built," Xavier said quietly. "Power through discarded bonds. Alliances secured and abandoned as convenience demanded. It's not so different from what nearly happened to you, at your old pack's hands. A different scale, but the same rot underneath it." "I noticed that too."

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

He answered with a smirk. "I hate you when you are so egomaniacal, you deserve more than a slap..." she uttered in hopelessness... "Oh c'mon, this man will give you love alone!" Xavier replied confidently pointing fingers at himself. Raina looked at him trying to read his mind and this man is the usual... Serious and Very reserved... "Don't play me, please! Your history says otherwise." she brings out her skepticism and the latter on the other hand look at her with earnest awareness.

After some research, I discovered that the ability was called telekinesis. I stared at the group of Moroi there and internally frowned when I couldn't spot any guardians to protect them. I would have to guess that they were stationed outside of the bar. There were six of them, four boys and two girls. They all looked like undergraduates to me which made me put my guard up even more. Moroi were known to be snobby and arrogant. They often misused their compulsion to get what they wanted from humans and dhampirs which meant if I wasn't careful, they could charm me and my friends.

Gus’s presence was showing also. “It's OK, we won't hurt you,” Jim stated as he rose to his feet. “You are monsters,” she panted. “I guess you could say that,” I chuckled. “But Ezekiel is a monster too, the strongest and most powerful werewolf. He is a bad man, a murderer. Kitty, you need to stay away from him,” I warned her. “But he said he loves me,” she gulped. “No he doesn't. He isn't capable of emotions,” Jim added as he told her how he killed his parents. Kitty listened with tear-stained eyes as Jim told her everything.

Morwen, the sorceress of the Nightshade Coven, unleashed wave after wave of dark magic in a desperate attempt to hold back the united packs. But they proved to be more resilient than she had anticipated. With each strike, they grew stronger, fueled by their shared purpose and belief in a better future. As the battle reached its climax, Jericho found himself locked in a fierce confrontation with Morwen herself. Their eyes locked, brimming with determination and defiance. "Your reign of evil ends today," Jericho growled, his voice laced with determination.