Scott Summers X Men Apocalypse Novels & Stories

"That was the blonde's idea! I—" BANG! No hesitation. No wasted words. In this apocalypse, explanations were worthless. Only the dead couldn't stab you in the back. The second bullet hit Scar-Face square in the head. "AAAHHH—!!!" A piercing scream cut through the wasteland's silence. Scar-Face collapsed like a sack of bricks, his lifeless eyes still wide open. "Two for two. Not bad." Jake was satisfied. The hatchet-gun had brutal recoil, but the stopping power was equally impressive.

Ability users’ strength also diminishes when it is used constantly. That is why they need zombie cores to replenish their energy. But in her case, she can drink water from the fountain. She sat down closely beside Adrian and looked at the man in front of her. As expected, there was a calculating glint in his eyes, others may not notice it but she has seen all kinds of people in the apocalypse. She had learnt to be a better judge of character or at least expressions. Even if the man in front of her was expressionless she knew for sure that he was planning something.

The pressure on my arm increased a fraction. “You think that scar on your life gives you the right to stand beside him? He’s using you. The same way he uses everyone." “And you rejected me in front of the entire Council because I wasn’t strong enough to be your Luna. Don’t pretend this is about protecting me.” Scott’s scent spiked—anger, frustration, something uglier underneath. He opened his mouth to answer. He never got the chance. The corridor door opened. Xavier stepped through. He moved slower than usual, weight carefully distributed to spare the injured side, but there was nothing weak in the way he entered the space. His presence alone changed the air. Scott’s grip loosened on instinc

he said, placing the food in front of her. Gwen frowned at first, and then winced as flashes of memories passed through her head. Different memories that spanned decades ran through her mind, and the emotions that came along with it; fear, hatred, anger, sorrow. “I remember,” she whispered, clutching her head. “I remember everything.” “So it is true. You really are the Abomination.” The doctor said. Gwen slowly looked at him, still trying to understand what exactly was going on. “Would someone please explain just what exactly the Abomination is?” Sheryl said frustrated, breaking the silence.

Hayley had analyzed long ago why Scott's base was doomed to fall. But she had to admit that when Scott's war machine first ignited, it was the most terrifyingly powerful force of the early apocalypse. The apocalypse demanded extreme centralization. Only by compressing human strength into a single will could people fight back against it. Scott was exactly that kind of madman, someone willing to sacrifice everything for absolute control. And as for people like that, Hayley's feelings were very clear.

James approached me and hugged me tightly. James lifted me quite high in the air. And I'm getting more and more out of my mind. I lost my focus, and oxygen. I feel like I'm about to pass out with everything that I am now know right before my eyes. Even James' laughter and smiling face right now really makes me feel so sick and my anxiety increases. Alpha Xavier is not coming back. But I really hope a miracle will happens in the last. And that is the return of Alpha Xavier to this Blood Moon Pack safely. ***

“I will not tell you words like, we will win and peace will return, it would be lying to you. I will only tell you—Thank you, all of you, for putting down the axe and fighting side by side, to protect our lands. We live as warriors and die as heroes.” The scream of those present makes the earth vibrate, and from here...the end of everything begins. Apocalypse POV Here is the man who is haunting my memories; he is his desire to win. I hear every word of his speech, and his voice triggers strange emotions in me. “I hope Apocalypse, you will keep your word.” “Don’t doubt it.” I unleash my energy, and at this moment, his eyes are glued to mine as he’s moving forward. We move as well, and I from

Turning to Del, she asked, “Father, why have you summoned me here so late at night?” “Has Tyr Summers come to Strego City?” asked Del. “Yes,” Juliet simply answered, nodding. “I’ve already met him. “Today, at Dunham Lake’s Broken Bridge, Xylan Xenos went to disturb the White Snake production crew and got straightened out by Tyr Summers. Then, Xylan got mad and called the Scion Alliance over, where finally, I had to step up and resolve this issue.” Del scoffed and said, “Are you really treating Tyr Summers as your master now?”

"I think Bryan is right, we can make it confidential with them. Scott can help, he has been coming to see me." "What for?" Xavier asked, with an furrowed brows. "He wants to meet with you and apologize. He said, they found out your uncle lied about the footage, he was the one who manipulated everything and sent to him." "What do you mean? I was there that night, and Scott was determined to arrest me, he was certain he had the video, but I don't know how come he lost it." Xavier said, thinking it's absurb. "Wait, did you say an unknown person sent you the giant's details? Bryan asked, and Xavier bobbed his head in response.

"They're already waiting for you." The research center's lab was even more advanced than I imagined. One of the elderly men, wearing a white lab coat, was introduced to me as Professor Uriah Emerson. Before the apocalypse, he was the country‘s top virus researcher. He was holding my blood test report with trembling hands.