Stryker X Men Son Novels & Stories

"So he's active in the military?" Rachel said, "Exactly. And he inherited both Mason's ruthlessness and hunger for power. Those two weirdos we just met? Especially the one with the eyeliner? They turned out that way because Ryder bullied them mercilessly when they were kids." Logan chimed in, "And Ryder's also tight with Xavier Haywood. In the military camp, he follows Xavier like a shadow. Don't forget your beef with the Haywoods runs deep." Andrew let out a cool, quiet laugh. "Oh, I haven't forgotten. I already sent one of their golden boys to the afterlife."

Characters: Malric – Xayden and Nox’s Eldest Son and Alpha of the Thunderstorm Pack (23 years old) Draven – Aaron and Rhys’ Eldest Son and King of the Supernatural Kingdom (23 years old) Third Person POV The prodigal son had returned. Not just victorious, but resplendent. A legend forged in flame and war. Malric, Alpha of the Thunderstorm Pack, stood tall and proud … but his heart twisted in his chest.

I assured Red. Actually, Xander is a hybrid. He has more vampire than wolf because his crazy late vampire father had given him out most times he was little to be experimented on by wild scientists who paid him well and those experiments almost killed his wolf but fortunately he survived and killed his father after he attempted to poison his mate. Almost being killed by his previous alpha, I had saved him and brought him to our pack with his mother and he became a member of the Black Moon Pack after rejecting his previous pack.

I soon found myself at the edge of the pond, sitting next to this handsome man in silence. “I am sorry if I scared you. I didn’t know anyone else knew of this place.” He glanced at me and smiled a little. “My name is Xander. May I ask your name, little one?” I kept quiet. The voice of my father and brother in my head was telling me I was not supposed to speak to anyone. I didn’t deserve to converse with the gifted. My hair covered my eyes as I kept a firm hold on the ground beneath me. Unsure of what to do, I nervously messed with my nails, biting them till they were nothing but nubs of flesh. “It’s okay if you don`t want to talk to me. I know vampires are not on the best terms with the rest

Doing a good job of keeping up the pretense, I hiss as if in pain, but as the Beta of Silver Run, this is children’s play. Shoving me along, the men bring me front and center, watching as Nora attacks Hakeeem’s chest, but it’s not his fist raising in a return hit. No, it’s the man standing behind him with a handgun to his head. Blinking slowly, I have to make sure I am seeing things correctly. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed version of Xander standing behind him. Cain. It has to be. It explains the resemblance between the two. Xander told me about his younger brother and dad once, never speaking of them again. Despite Xander being the first son born of fated mates, his father clearly favorites hi

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.

On him. " Oh good heavens why are you so like that huh!!?? uggh!! your behavior is soooo ugh!! oh my goshh!" Xavier’s tantrum pulled him out of the hazy hog he was in and look at him rolling his eyes, hands on his hips and then dismissively flip his long hair at his direction. Xenon’s brows shot up at this. shooting a questioning look at the 3rd in command of the guild, the youngest son of the Highest kingdom, bearer of the middle Earth's insignia, asking him what had happen to the self proclaimed drama king.

Our chauffer drove out from our mansion towards our favorite pizza place. "So.. How's Redent doing?" My granddad asked my dad and it reminds me of Xander right away. "He's okay, he's just moving everything here to New York slowly. His son, Xander still not liking the idea of moving." Xander hates moving here? Why is it hard to believe? "Is he still thinking about uniting Lemiere and Redent?" Uh? "What do you mean uniting? I don't like the idea." I said and my grandfather chuckled.

He’s my kid, but he’s becoming something bigger, and I’m stuck here, useless. Sasha whispers, “We can’t stay here. Damon’s men are close.” Her voice is steady, but her eyes dart, hunter instincts kicking in. I still don’t trust her, not all the way. She’s got secrets, maybe about her brother, maybe about the bloodstone. Jerry nods, gripping the map tighter. “I know,” he says, voice low. “But Mom… I feel her, Sasha. Like she’s trying to tell me something.”

Xacky's voice caught my attention as he run down the stairs while Xavier chases him "Ohh goshhhh" Xander sighed massaging his forehead, he's probably tired of Xacky's tantrums, yes…..Xavier is the oldest, followed by Xander while Xancky is the lastborn. All of my boys are smart but Xavier is just like his dad cold and silent but he's so caring and loving to his brothers, Xander is the cutie while Xacky is the playful one, I love my kids a lot cause they are my all "Xacky what happened tell mumy" I persuaded looking at Xavier angry face,