Stryker X Men Son Novels & Stories

It’s a shame he didn’t live long enough to see the useless shifter his son had become. Xavier threw the front door open. He strolled out in nothing but boxers. He grinned. “You’ve come at a good time. I just finished fucking your daughter. I can talk. I guess you’re here to give your condolences. Sounds good. I believe this means we’re going to disregard the little pathetic message your Luna sent.” The hooligans behind me laughed like hyenas. I growled the sound came out as a blend between man and beast. My wolf was on the edge of my skin, slowly tearing through the layers to get out. I almost wanted him.

Sylvester said, signaling for the young man to release his hold on DJ and Falcon. The firelight finally kissed his face. Sylvester was breathtaking. Silver hair fell past his shoulders in smooth waves, and his golden eyes shimmered like molten metal. His body was carved from years of war and experience. He was tall, muscular, and regal without even trying. "I'm Sylvester," he said calmly. "And these are my sons." He gestured to the boy who had held DJ and Falcon moments ago. "This is Stanley." Stanley stepped forward. He was tall and lean with light blond hair and warm brown eyes, giving off more of a handsome golden-boy vibe than his deadly father.

Xander I hate it when someone says that. It usually means something very messed up is about to happen and there is nothing we can do to stop it. “Just say it,” “Aiden is your biological brother,” X says. Damien and I look at each other. We both couldn’t believe it and it couldn’t be true. Could it? “How? I am the only son of both of my parents,” X looks at his screen, “Well, it looks like your father was a hoe.”

I want to break bones right now. "Which punk dared to pull of such a stunt in my pack!!Who dares defy the order of our ancestors. I have to banish him. Let him serve as a lesson for everyone.!" I'm boiling like hot lava. "No uncle Luke. It's no one from our pack. It's Ethan Gray. Alpha Daryl Gray's son. From the Grayhound pack."

It was Axel that called her a dumbass idiot to her face. Goddess, he was so much like his father. His father, Gabriel, was more than my best friend. He was my brother for all intents and purposes. He was so damn proud that his son was selected to be a Lamia for this upcoming leadership. Ryker slingshotted two pebbles in a row. He readied another one, but her survival instincts seem to have finally kicked in. “Daniel Roshin, Cal Row, Thane Harmond, Davey Walters, Paul Dale, Chris Kane, Chaz Bonin, Ross Taylor, Nate Danvers, Harrison Vashi, Finnley Prior. There were a couple that I don’t remember the names of.”

My understanding is that membership in each costs money and it was cheaper for my father to change to simply sending warriors out then to continue waiting for warriors to come in. I am the youngest son of Alpha Charles Redmen, the alpha and sole leader of the Red Fang pack. I am the youngest of his six kids. I was born prematurely and, unlike my twin Chloe, struggled to breathe on my own. I guess that’s where everything started. My father wanted nothing to do with a weakling like me. So I became the son he didn’t want, the son he felt was undeserving of my very life.

Priest Stryker Owens is one of the toughest men I’ve ever met. He and I have known each other for years. As a matter of fact, he became my mentor when I joined the Confradia and was my former CO when I was in the Seals. The bastard is as tough as nails. His real name is Decker Owens. We call him Stryker because he’s a genius strategist. He would strike at our enemies with singularly, deadly intent. The man is bigger than life, and I owe him a great deal, including my eyesight. He was the one that recommended me for the experimental eye surgery. Stryker is taller than I am, measuring six feet six inches and heavily muscled. He’s in his early forties with a short haircut and a five o’clock sha

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

There was only one person who could fight him easily. A monster who played with shadows and contracts and bodies. He was just like a viper who never did charity. A man who scared every other man into obedience. Xander Sterling. I hated that I knew it but I hated that I needed him even more. But I needed someone strong enough to ruin Miguel, and Xander was the only one I’d seen win every war he entered.

These people have killed too many of my father's men, deepening my father's hatred for them. "Ryan has a son. His name is Wyatt, and he should be around your age." My father tells me, observing me as he speaks. His crane is digging into the floor. "Don't underestimate him—I don't know what his abilities are yet." I smile. "Probably nothing like mine."