Peter Maximoff Wolverine Origins Novels & Stories

She muttered and I flicked my wrist to the cube careful enough not to hit Phoebe with the fire, I looked at the cube that dissolved fast and exposed a cowering and shivering Alpha Maxwell, a pathetic father and a murderer that doesn't deserve to live. “I told you only two out of us three that walked in the battlefield will come out alive, what did you call me then? Insane and a crazy bitch right? I knew there was something about you the moment you decided to rat your team out, but I could not place it. Now I know you wanted to be favoured, I think Pardoned but since she considered her biological father dead, we will make it happen.” She smiled sinisterly and looked at him with hunger that I

Alex enyoyed compelling humans, werewolves can't be compelled because they all drank an elixir making it impossible for them to be compelled. Alex is a powerful vampire,the CEO of Ic corporation,a billionaire,he is also the half brother of Luke Cage,the son born out of Luke's mother infidelity but only supernatural beings knew this,humans were not aware that they were so siblings.He was a cunning man,a man who would do anything to get what he wants.He was also arrogant like Luke ,he was the only person who could match up to Luke but Luke was more stronger. He was a ruthless being but he was a calm and gentle man when he was with Mariana.he loved her so much and he would do anything to make h

“Fight me or piss off.” “What if I want to join you.” “In what?” “In freeing these people. I’m like you. Both canine and magic.” “If you were truly wolf, you’d know we find it offensive to be referred to as dogs.” “I didn’t say dogs. But what you and I claim to be have different origins.” “Out with it!” “Like you, my father was a wolf and my mother of magic. But my mother was Demetia, the Timebender. And my father was Fury…The First Beast.”

she said with flushed cheeks turning her face away from him to the outside view "Not a narcissist but a truth-teller." he said with a smirk before answering her earlier question "to answer your earlier question, I'm a Donavan, a powerful family that rules over all lycanthropes," he said making Evelyn turn back her gaze towards him in question "What do you mean?." "Morbius Ragnar the first of our kind was an original who turned my forefather Luke Donavan responsible for spreading the lycan genes to humanity with his being the strongest."

Max nodded and said, “Very well then, let’s begin.” Then he began, telling me about werewolves, packs, the show they put up to blend in with humans, their special abilities and then mates. Now, this piqued my interest. “Is this what you meant when you first met me and called me your mate?” “Yes, Alexis. You’re my mate and I am yours.” “Is that why we’re so drawn to each other Max nodded and smiled at me. “But if I am also a wolf why can’t I change? What happened to me? Was I born a wolf too?”

Alexander Harris is the Alpha of the Lycans. By default, he is also the Alpha of all the werewolf packs. Whatever he says is the law. He has the power to control anyone with just a snap of his finger. He has two sons who are also twins. Logan Harris and Leo Harris look-alike, but Logan is more powerful than Leo. Logan inherited his powers from his grandfather, who is also Alexander's father Zander Harris. So far Zander is the most powerful Lycan in the world. Logan has replaced his name as soon as he was born.

He said, I raised a brow at him and he chuckled. “What do you want from me, Xavier? And why couldn’t I sense that you were a werewolf?” I asked. “Because I am not a regular wolf, I’m a rouge and a half-human.” He said. “You mean one of your parents is a human?” I asked and he nodded. “Yeah, my mother is a human, that’s why I stay here.” He said something felt fishy about him. “That’s cool!” I said, glancing at the clock that hung on the wall.

And still, I’d held her too hard. I dropped my hands, shaking my head. “Sorry,” I muttered, looking down. Damn it, she had me doing things I never did—like apologizing. “I was never with her. Not that way. My father sent me away to training camp before he sold her off. By the time I came back… I killed him.” I met her eyes again. “That’s when they started calling me the Rabid Wolf. Before that, I was just the Wolverine. And I should’ve told you. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

Peter was completely confused. He blinked his big eyes and stared at him. “Sir, what do you mean? I... don’t understand at all.” "You really wasted that big foreign brain of yours!" Xavier suddenly sat up and looked at Peter strangely. "Don’t you want me to be strong and healthy, without a single problem?" "Of course I do!" "Then if you help me with a small favor, I’ll instantly be bouncing off the walls. Are you willing to help?!"

He had no pack, no connections, no. I stopped, a terrible thought occurring to me. Max's parent's were dead, supposedly. But his father had been a werewolf. An Alpha, based on Max's bloodline. What if there was something about Max's lineage that made him valuable? Something he didn't even know about? The sound of vehicles approaching made me look up. Three SUVs were tearing down the access road, headlights cutting through the darkness. The cavalry had arrived. The vehicles screeched to a halt, and wolves poured out. My father was in the lead, already partially shifted, his eyes glowing gold in the darkness. Behind him were some of our best trackers—Natasha, Marcus, Devon, and several others.