Stryker X Men Son Novels & Stories

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."

I find myself wondering how long this peace and quiet will last, and I'm forced to listen to his dad jokes until I threaten to throw him from the car. Unfortunately, it didn't take long. Only five minutes after leaving our territory, Xander began talking. As soon as he opened his mouth, he never stopped. The words flowed like vomit. I growl, contemplating pushing the idiot out of the damn car… I should have brought duct tape! I've known Xander my whole life. We grew up together with Marcus, my Commander. Xander's father was my father's beta. When I took my father's place, his father stepped down so Xander could be my beta.

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.

“Thank you for your help.” “His wife, London.” I stepped to Striker’s side and shook the hand he offered. “Nice to meet you. Thank you for helping my father.” He gripped it and didn’t it go. “I give you my word that no one will ever put you in any harm.” His Italian accent was very thick, and he looked proud of his background. “Thank you, sir.” He finally let my hand go. “This is my son, Terzo.” So, he was the son. Terzo looked like he always carried the world on his shoulder.

She shot up and ran out of the room crying, having no choice but follow my command. It's for her own good. I can't have here hanging around in my room after I just found out my control over my lycan has dwindled. That never happened before, and I have no idea why. My name is Alaric Romanov Dmitri Graymore. I'm a Lycan, and I need a son to finally claim my throne. This is what my father wanted before he could pass down the title to me, as the Lycan King. I'd searched high and low for my mate, and when I found her, somehow I had this weird, nagging feeling telling me that this isn't right. I ignored it, and took her against her parents' will.

Dominic His eyes shift between us before he lets out a short, rough grunt, like the words taste bad in his mouth. “Wen Chen is getting reckless. His son took out half a dozen of our guys in the Foundry District last night.” A low curse slips out. I don’t bother stopping it. Damn Xander. That reckless bastard has been pushing his luck for months. I should have ended him on that subway platform. I would have. If I’d known Lana was the one down on her knees that night, breathing through fear and pride both.

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.