Victor Creed X-men Origins Wolverine Novels & Stories

But inside, Xavier was calm. He swirled the whiskey in his glass, watching the amber liquid catch the flickering light from the screens. He had expected this ever since he found out ghost was Victor. Victor’s wrath was inevitable. The man was relentless, a force of nature driven by vengeance. But Xavier wasn’t a fool. He had spent years at his side and learned a few things. And now, fate had delivered him an opportunity, one Victor wouldn’t see coming. His fingers tapped idly against the desk as he scanned the monitors. His gaze settled on one feed in particular.

Narrates Lex Xavier. I've been looking for him ever since he got lost deep in the snow in Greenland, destroyed my facility with his modified body, and ventured out. He was only a child when he did it and yet he was much stronger than the average adult, the few surviving men and scientists went out looking for him but he was nowhere to be found. Victor could not die, he was almost immortal I had seen to that, for experiment after experiment fascinated me to the point that I could not be able to imagine even half of his potential as a modified werewolf. He was an alpha forcibly made by my will.

Vincent shook his head with teary eyes. "Be the strongest hybrid race!" Vincent still shook his head. "I have the pure blood of the wolves; if you had it, you would be another part of us. Quick, drink my blood!" Zach continued to hold out his hand. Vincent was still silent, and tears were dripping from his eyes. While closing his eyes, Vincent opened his mouth and sucked Zach's blood. Zach closed his eyes, holding back the pain, until Vincent finished. Mike, who was still holding Vincent, then released him slowly.

I pull away as I lose my breath , but hiss when I feel the wound by my lips have reopened and mix with my salty tears. “What the fuck?!” I hear a protective growl emitting from Xavier’s chest as he eyes my bruised covered face. He was so blinded by our reunion that only now he sees my bruises. I hide away , pressing my face to his chest as I am embarrassed. It is as if he read my mind , he whispers to me… “You are as beautiful as the day I first saw you , my love…”

Slowly but surely, the initial skepticism began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of acceptance. During one evening gathering, as the moon cast its silver glow upon the courtyard, Alpha Xavier addressed the pack, his voice projecting strength and unity. "My fellow pack members," he began, his words carrying the weight of his conviction. "We have witnessed Victor's efforts to integrate into our pack. He has shown remorse for his past actions and a genuine commitment to our values. Today, I stand before you to declare that Victor has proven his loyalty and earned a place among us." A murmur of agreement and approval rippled through the crowd, mingled with a hint of surprise. The transformat

My palm begins to sweat as I turn on the engines. "We can just wait for help you know." Xavier says from beside me. The color seems to be draining from his face every second, and I fear we won't make it. "I can do this, am sure I can do this." I step on the brake, my entire body shaking in fear. Fear of losing the person I have come to know with the short time we spent together. "I love you." He mutters peering at me. The look on his face scared me the more.

“He’s going to dismantle the entire operation from the inside out. Creed doesn’t mess around, Orion. Once he’s done, there won’t be a single fighting ring left standing.” I know that’s true. Creed Volkov is ruthless, even more so than Arkyn in some ways. He’s the son of a god, after all—half Lycan, half wolf, and all Alpha. He’s not someone you cross if you want to keep your head on your shoulders. “Good,” I mutter, more to myself than to Arkyn. “We need him.”

His best friend's wolf was standing guard in front of his mate, he was hurt but that didn't decrease the resolve in his eyes to protect his mate. The number of dead rogues were almost three dozens, and most of them were unrecognizable. There were still lots of rogues surrounding them but it wasn't a big deal to Xavier. "Save my sister, leave them to me" Xavier mindlinked Shane (Raymond's wolf) Xavier growled loudly and joined the fight, he didn't give any chance for the rogues to recover from the shock of his growl before he starts ripping them apart. Shane bowed respectfully before shifting back to his human form, Raymond carried his injured mate and ran off to safety.

The combination of fierce alpha blood, wide shoulder, washboard body, and sharp face might have been a drooling material for women but a threat to an opponent–specifically Xavier. Soon, at least a dozen of Draven's fighters showed up at the ground, each attacking Xavier at their will. Xavier was not as weak as they thought. He put up an impressive fight but when more fighters showed up, he shifted to his wolf form– a dark blue, almost black with green eyes. Snarly fangs flashed at them in a growl and waited for their attack. They too, shifted to wolves. Xavier tackled a wolf that pounced on him, biting the wolf's leg and another at its rib. His paw slashed through countless wolf's faces, lea

Xavier stood, a good half a mile away from Layla, his heart soared faster, his fury increasing and his strength off the roof. In an instant he transformed to a wolf, his fur as dark as midnight , with so much adrenaline he rushed towards the beast and something in him snapped. The beast was way bigger and taller than him, so a single foothold should put Xavier in his second grave but that didn't scare him at all. Layla was the only thing he had close to family and he wasn't about to watch that link dissipate into nothingness. He raced alongside the distance footprints the beast was currently leaving as it ran away mysteriously, Xavier felt the anger grow like a tree, he didn't know why he ai