Scott Summers X Men Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Moreover the murmurs of the prophecy caused much more fear and stir in both the vampires and the werewolves. This was the fourth day, and we were tired and worn out, but the need to eliminate those bastards was even more powerful. Soldiers clashed, clashed on every end and fought with every ounce of power in them. And then I saw him. Xavier. The man we had bled to protect. The man who watched over Ariana like his soul depended on it. But this... this was not Xavier. This was a monster in his skin.

"You wanna die.... Ehn.... You think you can just die, what about your parents, me, your company." He didn't move, he just stand there, still, staring at me.... While I try to control my emotions. I feel angry, hurt and at the same time sad. "Xavier...." He connects his lips with mine, cutting me shut. (My little chocolatings, given those two a ship name *Xap.* what do you think, or you got a better ship name? Like and comment like always. Wait and also, the next chap is a 18 rated scene, please skip if you don't have a liking for sex scenes. Love yal. ADIOS.)

This was senseless, his screams were long, and my curiosity overpowered my fear when I looked out the frosted window. My fingertips burned, my head pulsed, and I was so ashamed because I was so hungry, terribly hungry. My mouth salivated when I saw the driver pulled apart. Two masked men in large, white fur coats with mud on them, rubbed along their bodies to camouflage into the forest tore his ligaments apart.

“When I collapsed this morning, I had a vision. The monster behind the attacks revealed himself to me. His name is Thanox, and I've seen him before in the first nightmare I had of him many years ago. Caspian, he's truly the one behind the attacks. I had my suspicions, but he confirmed everything this morning. And tonight, he’s coming here. To Nightfall. Thanox plans to destroy the summit. To kill every leader gathered in this pack, including other innocent lives. He’s coming, and if we don’t prepare ourselves, we’re all as good as dead. You have to believe me.” “I believe you Jocelyn.” He blurts out the words on reflex, as if he had already sworn to himself to believe every word that comes f

Agent Marcus Vex stood at the head of the Ascended army, his enhanced body radiating power that rivaled Xavier's True Alpha abilities. "You killed my sister," Vex said coldly, advancing. "She was a visionary. She was going to change the world. And you destroyed her." Xavier met his gaze steadily. "She killed herself. Her ambition, her hatred, it consumed her. I'm sorry for your loss, but Cassandra chose her path." "Liar!" Vex lunged with superhuman speed. They collided in the center of the battlefield, and the ground cracked beneath them from the force. Vex was good. Better than good. Every move he made countered Xavier's attacks perfectly, like he'd studied every fighting style Xavier knew.

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

Lucien asked, his voice smooth, low, and dripping with a quiet, lethal danger. ​I could feel it in the pit of my belly and in the very soles of my feet that this man was bad news. Every single survival instinct I had honed over five grueling years in the apocalypse was screaming at me to run, to turn around and bolt back to the elevator. But there was no turning back now. I had made my bed. If I was going to survive the impending doom in two weeks, I had to confront this monster and bend him to my will.

… Five years later, the first ray of sunlight finally broke through the thick, dark clouds and cast over the earth. An excited voice crackled over the radio. "Attention all survivors! The National Academy of Science has successfully developed a cure for the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over, and we've won!" Deafening cheers thundered through the base. I stood on the wall and watched as the sun slowly rose over the horizon, while Mom and Dad stood beside me, looking healthy and spirited. Dad patted my shoulder and grinned. "Shall we have a feast tonight to celebrate?" Mom smiled and nodded. "This time, we don't need bulletproof glass. Let's open the windows and get some fresh air in."

I found a wounded giant wolf. After the world ended, I treated him as my strongest fighter and a living source of warmth, curling against him to sleep every night. Later, once he healed, he turned into a man and warned me with a savage look, "I'm the Alpha of a werewolf pack. I have responsibilities to my people. Don't think you can make me stay." And with that, he left. I pulled my ragged blanket tighter, confused. What was he talking about? I had been keeping him as a dog the whole time. What did his responsibilities have to do with me? Later, I rescued a foolish husky from a pile of zombies. When I led him back to my crumbling shelter, I found the heir to the werewolf pack crouched at my