Stryker X Men Son Novels & Stories

There is another tattoo on his shoulder, but I can't make out what it is from this far away, His tank top and bag were on the floor. Even from this distance, I see his piercing green eyes flashing at me. My throat runs dry, despite myself. He looks like a Greek god. He smirked at me when he saw me staring at him and turned away to do some pull-ups. Xander Black POV: I usually come to the gym now and then to burn off some anger, but sometimes now and then Ms. bitch ass would be here. I was doing some deadlifts while hearing a playlist but currently playing was "16 Shots" by Stefflon Don it was my favorite song in the playlist called "Tequila Sunrise" it's my all-time go. But when I turned my

Everything! " Who? " I asked as I looked straight into his eyes. Rage was apparent on them and I don't blame him. " Alpha Xander from the Crescent Moon Pack " he said, his voice void of emotions. **** " You know, I'm starting to get dizzy looking at you, pacing back and forth. What's wrong, Miss Petal?" Skyler's voice came and I got back into my senses when he suddenly spoke. " Huh? " I looked at him and he was eating my can of Pringles. He was sitting on the couch looking at me. This pack had actually nominated Skyler and Sven as our pack members so we were all like family.

Alpha Kyle chuckled immediately after he got to me. Immediately, I turned around, picked up a handful of dust, and threw it into his eyes. Next, the pressure pressing down on me disappeared. Before any of the guards came back to their senses, I stood up and sprinted at full speed. But this time, I wasn't running mindlessly. After covering some distance, I immediately hid behind a huge stone. "Find her!" Alpha Kyle's roar resounded through the forest just as I hid behind the stone. I couldn't help but shiver, hearing his roar, I knew he was angry. I was doomed if I was to be captured once again.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

I can feel the collective pack instinct bristling at the harshness, but before I can even open my mouth to smooth things over, someone else beats me to it. "He isn't plateaued, sir.” Xander says loudly, his voice ringing out with a fierce, burning intensity that catches everyone off guard. I look at my son in surprise. Xander has sat up completely straight, his cheeks flushed with defensive anger, his eyes locked dead onto his new father-in-law. Alex looks just as shocked, his hand freezing on Xander's waist. "Alex is also the lead medic for his entire deployment team" Xander continues, refusing to back down under the older man's stern glare.

"Oh yes, Xavier's son sends his regards. Did you really think he'd let his father's death go unanswered? That he'd let your mate destroy everything they built?" "Xavier was a monster," I spit, even as I watch doctors rush into the room. Through the windows, I see our warriors mobilizing, responding to some unseen threat. "His son is no different." "Xavier was a visionary," Eden purrs. "And Xander? He's something altogether more dangerous. You see, his father taught him patience. Taught him that true power isn't about brute force, it's about knowing exactly where to strike." The hospital lights flicker. Outside, I hear the first howls of combat.

he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Diego’s expression hardened as he glared at Xavier, his fists clenched at his sides. “Don’t act like you don’t know. Your pack—your father—attacked mine and took my son. You are a son murderer, and now you claim to be his mate.” Xavier’s jaw clenched as he absorbed Diego’s accusations, his own anger rising. “Shut up, Diego, you have no idea what you're talking about,” Xavier growled. “Henry is my Harlow, my son, and I will do whatever it takes to protect him from you and your pack.”

I seemed to have lost track in time and am not sure what the question was. "Is he your father?" She asks. I take a deep breath but nod my head. "Yes. I am Darius Stone, the son of Alpha Xander Stone, to next alpha of the Blood Moon pack." I state. I watch as her eyes raise in shock. She begins to back away, clearly terrified of us both. However, I don't let her leave. Instead, I pull her flush against me, her face buried in my stomach. I kneel to her level and let her head rest in the corner of my neck. I wrap my hand along her waist and place my other hand on the back of her head.

He stretches as he turns onto his back, and when a smile spreads over his face, my heart clenches. Marc Vincent looks exactly like Xander. They have the same smile, the same eyes, the same mop of dark brown hair. He even has the same golden flecks in his brown irises. I don’t need a photo of Xander to remember him. I have his son. There have been so many nights where I lie and fantasize that Xander finds us and we’re a happy family. But it’s only a dream because we can never be a part of his violent world.