Nightcrawler X Wolverine Novels & Stories

“She bears the resemblance of my mother, Althea, and we believe she is tied to our bloodline. I ask you to reveal the truth. Is she one of us?” The cobra hissed, its body undulating as it lowered itself to the ground. Slowly, it slithered toward me, its movements graceful yet predatory. My heart raced, and my wolf howled protectively inside me as it stopped in front of me, its piercing gaze locking onto mine. “Do be scared,” Xavier said softly. “Let it examine you.” I nodded, though my body was tense with anticipation. The cobra leaned closer, its tongue flicking out as if tasting the air around me. Then, without warning, it coiled around my arm, its touch surprisingly warm.

The words hung heavy between them. “Exactly,” Caleb confirmed, “the leader seems to approve of a pact with the night crawlers.” This revelation about the Night Crawlers—the stuff of nightmares, creatures that feasted on human flesh—sent Max’s mind racing. The village head’s unholy alliance threatened not only the villagers but also the delicate balance between werewolves and these abominations. Jax clenched his fists, “Breaking a pact with the werewolves carries serious consequences.” Max’s gaze hardened, “We can’t allow the night crawlers to run rampant. But, how do we prevent this alliance from forming?”

He knelt in front of me without hesitation, large hands sliding gently to my stomach as though the child might already understand reverence. “I can feel it,” he murmured. And he could. The integrated resonance between him and our unborn child was subtle but undeniable. It wasn’t a violent surge. It was an alignment. A hum. I swallowed. “They’re probing again,” I said quietly. He didn’t look up. “I know.” The Watchers had grown more precise. Not attacks but tests. Energy fluctuations along ley edges. Minor disruptions in communication grids. Council inquiries disguised as routine oversight. Xavier’s influence was layered into it. I didn’t know if he was acting independently or under direct Wa

Lazarus uses his other hand to snatch my wrist, bringing my drenched fingers to his lips. He didn’t hesitate, slipping them one by one into his mouth, swirling and sucking until he got every last drop out of me. He flashed a wicked grin, malevolence sparkling in his eyes. “So fucking sweet and all mine.” “Answer the question.” He smirked, a nefarious glint in his eyes. “I did go into arena.” My heart dropped, acid burning a hole in my stomach. “What is your connection to Nightwolf?” He chuckled with a dark, ominous tone. “Unfortunately, you haven’t earned that answer. That performance only warranted one answer.”

He liked to destroy things as much as he wanted to build them. There was also a human with them. Xavier was their link to the Mountain as he communicated with them via sat-phone. Since their last contact to warn them about the attack, there had been nothing from Marx’s camp. Zigor had been the one to explain to Xavier there were bigger, more unpleasant things in the world than they—the humans—knew about. The two groups on the ground moved in, holding a tight formation around the camp until it came into view. “So they are werewolves?” Xavier asked. His skepticism persisted, but he kept an open mind. He was using binoculars to get an overview of the area.

It was not a normal thing for werewolves to get burials with the exception of the alpha and Luna, but a lot of brave warriors that contributed wholly to the pack were gone. On the night of the attack, while Ash was tucked away in Violet's arms, Xavier had entered her room. She felt his strong aura and peeked through her lashes to see him staring at her from the door in the dark. She remembered how emotionless his face was after thinking how he would become angry with her. Also the way his eyes stared pointedly at her, and even though hers was barely open, they both knew they were aware of each other.

[Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April] Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-shifters. One or two are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and good results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. It is too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the shifters, it has been reported to the relevant people. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything has settled. [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

He was about to use the weapon to defend himself when the shadow tendrils holding Layla down was torn asunder and a large black wolf tore out with a ferocioud roar. Xavier was thrown backwards with a powerful blow from the black wolf and he landed at the end of the study room. He coughed out blood and with trembling hands, he touched the side of his face where the wolf had struck him. Three bloody claw marks marred his face and blood dripped from the open wound.

It seems that they are hungry to kill someone. "Sixty seconds, Accalia!" Accalia run as fast as she could but it was too late. Lycano close his eyes when he said the number one. After that, the werewolves jump to the different windows of the mansion. Then, Lycano loses his connection to the CCTV of the mansion. He couldn't even hear the sound of Accalia's voice. "I just hope she will survive."

The combination of fierce alpha blood, wide shoulder, washboard body, and sharp face might have been a drooling material for women but a threat to an opponent–specifically Xavier. Soon, at least a dozen of Draven's fighters showed up at the ground, each attacking Xavier at their will. Xavier was not as weak as they thought. He put up an impressive fight but when more fighters showed up, he shifted to his wolf form– a dark blue, almost black with green eyes. Snarly fangs flashed at them in a growl and waited for their attack. They too, shifted to wolves. Xavier tackled a wolf that pounced on him, biting the wolf's leg and another at its rib. His paw slashed through countless wolf's faces, lea