Psylocke Novels & Stories

"You try to put things where they don't belong...." Smirking, seeing her thrashing and crying under him. He applies just a little pressure to hear the crack. " And I will make sure to put them back in their original place." " Ahhhh-" She screams, but her voice got silenced down when he turned her around to look into her eyes. His eyes were shining silver. She continues to cry, scream. But there is silence. It was clear, he was using his powers to silence her voice. Satisfied with her condition, he moves back to place his hands back in his pockets. And as soon as he leaves her, she falls down on the floor with a thud.

He hadn't been near her in his human state, so they had no idea how he would react. Would his wolf demand to be set free? They'd hoped to have this meeting in a more private setting for this exact reason, but now it was out of their control. Delores opened the door, and the red-haired woman strode in. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw Brodi and Finn standing with her boss. One man had dark, almost black hair and golden eyes unlike anything Liv had ever seen. They were striking. The other man, however, commanded the room. He was huge, towering over both of the other men. He was dressed like most of the locals in a long-sleeve, button down shirt and jeans but the rest of him was anything

Six months later Ace and Sky have assumed the roles of Alpha and Luna within their pack. Krystal is on the verge of welcoming her first cubs—twin boys. Upon discovering her pregnancy, Krystal and Jackson married in anticipation of their arrival. Remarkably, the newborns exhibited assorted eye colors and the ability to move objects telekinetically as infants. Krystal's fear stemmed from the unfamiliarity of such powers within her lineage. Jackson comforted her with a promise to delve into their ancestry for answers. Krystal's abilities were limited to sensing and spellcasting, skills honed through training, and her capacity to transform into a wolf.

My eyes blazed with moonlight as my wolf's strength merged with my human determination. Blake turned toward me, his dual-colored eyes lighting up with pleasure. "There she is," he said with satisfaction. "My beautiful wife, finally showing her true nature." His eyes flared with that terrible red-gold light as he launched a psychic attack directly at my mind. I felt it coming like a freight train made of pure malice, designed to shatter my consciousness and leave me helpless. But somehow, instinctively, I knew how to defend myself. My abilities rose to meet his attack, silver light clashing with his hybrid power in ways that had nothing to do with the physical world. It was a battle fought en

Brynn pulled out a transparent crystal, only about the size of a fingernail. It was the Howling Moon Pack's newest invention, a "Miniature Memory Crystal," capable of silently recording everything happening around it. She smiled brightly at me. "Now, I have all the evidence. That way she attacked me, like a mad dog, Alpha, you must teach her a lesson for me! Get me justice!" Ryker looked at me, his face grim. He slowly pulled off his combat boots, then, step by step, walked over to me. He bent down, raised his hand, and gathered a swirling ball of wild Howling Moon energy – the hidden power in his bloodline, usually carefully concealed, but now unleashed without hesitation. Then, he slapped

- Loki said. One of her boyfriends, they were talking, in their spare time, Mr. Kit Harrington was one of Ragnar Delphos' professors, businessman, psychopath, serial killer, as well as a professor, he was an occasional boyfriend, her personal psychologist, as well as a psychiatrist. from one of the clinics he finances and sends funds to, he spent most of his life practicing medicine, but he had problems, psychological, that he was facing moments of depression, in addition to his own demons.

He breathed gently before his voice came back harder. "I know that mother fucker and I know you can't be anywhere near him. He is a black hole, Caroline. It's only a matter of time before he kills you or one of his enemies does. This isn't a joke. He runs a very powerful criminal organization. He tortures people, kills people. He's a fucking psychopath. A monster." A monster. He tried telling me so many times. He never pretended to be good or to hide his darkness. He just never showed me the extent of it.

"Yes, if you weigh more than 100kg, I'll give you two doses because I only have a few grams here." "Give me two doses anyway, I take so much that I might need another later," the man stretched out his hand and received two pills. "If you're feeling bad at lunchtime, take two more. There's more here," she said, handing him a thermos bottle of water. It was also pink with a cat-shaped lid. "The beginning of psychopathy is coffee without sugar, cold showers, and taking medicine without water," she commented casually. "I like cold showers," Miguel replied with a smile at that comment.

i say in the mind link "I sense them, micheal and few more warriors are on their way to you as we speak" he answers "Ok" i say cutting the mind link as the first rogue appeared in sight I tilt my head looking at him with confusion. It's common knowledge that rogues are banished wolves who aren't apart of any pack for various reasons. Most of them go mad and become violent creatures while some are able to survive and keep their sanity, but this one before me is different. I can sense his bloodlust and i can see in his eyes there isn't a shred of humanity left yet he's doesn't give the impression of being irrational, to put it simply he's like a functioning psychopath. He smiles kindly at me b

“Let me see. How is it that you’re managing to fight. What are you holding onto, human?” She whimpered, gripping her head as I pushed deeper, tearing through memory, fear, desire, until I found it. A flicker of light, buried under years of weakness. Not wolf. Not witch. Not anything I recognized. A seed of something dangerous. And something useful. Perfect. I steered her mind toward violence, toward instinct, toward the thing she feared most. I looked at the wolf who passed her, she had not seen me, but I knew her name. Rosalyn… the woman that Xavier had trusted to protect Valerie.