Nightcrawler X Wolverine Novels & Stories

“I’ll protect you and Jackson with my life, Luna. You have my word.” I nodded again, but the gnawing fear inside me didn’t ease. I rushed to the window, my hands trembling as I pushed the curtains aside to peer out. The night was dark, but I could make out shapes—wolves, Lycans, all crouched low, lurking around the perimeter of the pack house. They were ready, waiting for the command from Xavier or Kas to strike.

No matter the feeling towards the hunters, there was one thing the wolf nation couldn’t stand, and that was rogues. Twisted wolves, shaking, foam at their jaws, eyes gone wrong. No pack structure. No sense. Just hunger and fury. His squad spread, forming a wedge between the rogues and the sanctuary doors. The rogues lunged. Ronan met the first one mid-air, slamming it aside and snapping its neck in one smooth motion. Another came in from his blind side, but Xavier was faster, a streak of fire and fur that crashed into the rogue, sending it tumbling, charred and broken.

The impact launches Logan over the hood and off into the dark in a tumbling mess of limbs. His men scatter, some diving, some shifting mid-leap, fur and fangs exploding outward as wolves replace men between heartbeats. The car swerves, tyres screeching, snow spraying in an arc that catches two more wolves and sends them rolling, then slides to a stop with steam pouring from the hood. Doors open. Nathaniel is behind the wheel, his face is bandaged temple to jaw where Knox ripped out his eyes, gauze soaking through, shirt dark with blood from the chest wound.

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

The sounds of wolves howling and growling echoed in the forest as I ran away from them. “You can’t run away from me Annette!” Xavier’s voice boomed into my ears. “You think you can get away with lying to me?! I don’t think so!” He continued to yell. Unable to see the forest floor, I tripped on an elevated root, causing me to fall face first on the ground. A snake slithered over my arms. As I looked up the snake was climbing up Xavier’s arm until it seemed to vanish into him. Xavier’s red glowing eyes met mine as he began to morph into his monstrous self.

"He was wearing a grey hoodie. He looked like you, Denzel. And he knew my name. He's a werewolf. I could smell the earthy scent on him." Denzel's jaw tensed. "Let's go. This has to fucking end." The drive back to Lunar Crest and the Nightfall pack was silent. Only the low tune of the stereo which neither Cinnia nor Denzel were listening to, could be heard. Cinnia tapped her foot against the floormat as questions without answers filled her mind. Denzel on the other hand had murder on his mind as he pressed down on the accelerator.

Cameron, Devon, and the other warriors moved with primal grace, their wolf forms sleek and powerful as they followed their Alpha, through the labyrinthine maze of trees in their wolf forms. As they approached the familiar cabin where they had discovered Panton's lifeless body, Xavier's senses heightened, every nerve tingling with anticipation and dread. The air crackled with tension, heavy with the scent of impending danger. Cyrus's taunting words echoed in Xavier's mind, a grim reminder of the threat that loomed over them.

But it was a futile attempt to escape the huge Lycan since Lycans were far faster than werewolves. Without warning, Xavier morphed into his imposing half-man, half-wolf form. With a powerful lunge, he tackled the man to the ground. The receptionist’s cry of terror was muffled as his face was pushed into the wet, mossy earth. Xavier held him firmly down; his voice was a menacing whisper. "Tell me where they took her," he demanded with barely contained fury.

The two Alpha males grappled with each other, their claws tearing through fur and flesh, blood staining the ground beneath them. In the distance, the battle raged on between Andrew's Lycan army and the combined forces of the Crystal Snow and Winter Moon packs. The sound of wolves snapping their jaws and Lycans roaring echoed through the night. The ground was littered with fallen warriors, the snow beneath them stained red. Xavier, in the midst of it all, was locked in a brutal fight with Raymond. His wolf, Gray, was relentless, fueled by years of pent-up anger and pain. Xavier’s eyes were wild, his mind focused only on one thing: revenge.

I immediately ordered my guards. "Am sorry my princess but the king gave us orders to kill any werewolves we see coming anywhere close to you" one explained. Hunter smirked "if you keep keeping that distance between us then you will never be able to kill us,why don't you come a little closer huh!". "And..... am not a werewolf dummy, am a nightcrawler okay" he cracked his knuckles and necks "so....who are we killing first?". My guards took some steps back,their weapon still posed,they were obviously frightened and intimidated by my boys.