X Men Fanfiction Watching Wolverine Origins Novels & Stories

Xienma, Cassie, and Xavier stepped into the labyrinth, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Xienma's eyes widened as she caught sight of her reflection in the first mirror. She saw herself and Xavier, their hands entwined, walking through a lush, verdant forest. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over their faces. They laughed and played, their love for each other evident in every touch and glance. It was a vision of a perfect life, one where they were free from the shadows of their pasts and the looming threat of Drax. "Xienma," Xavier whispered, his voice filled with longing. "This is what we could have."

Sophia’s POV** The dream felt too real. Wolves clashed beneath the full moon, their skin was filled with blood, their howls carrying sorrow and pain. But in this chaos, I saw him, Xavier. His golden eyes burning as he fought an enemy, one I couldn't see. Then, Alpha Baron appeared, his big form slamming into Xavier. Their battle was brutal, their power shaking the earth. I stood in the middle of it all, frozen, a whisper of a name filled my ear.

I whispered as I mentioned about my past, feeling a wave of emotions crashing over me. Xavier’s eyes softened, but with a hint of sadness, as he sighed and placed a comforting hand on my arm. “This is not the truth, but this is what they want you to believe.” Xavier paused, his gaze holding mine as he continued, “They saw something special in you that they couldn’t resist, regardless of your status as an omega.”

Slayne cuts down a guard that runs towards us, and Brad stays at the door to watch my back and to prevent anyone else from entering. Helen stands in front of Alpha Xavier, and Alpha Manzitti is on the floor surrounded by healers. Once we are in the halls, a few of the windows smash and wolves jump through, ready to protect their Alpha. “That’s my daughter,” Alpha Xavier says, pointing to Helen, and when I look at Manzitti, Slayne and Ivan, they are glassy-eyed, doing that telepathy thing they do. The next expression shocks me: they all look wounded and disgusted as they look at Helen and Xavier. Helen runs from the room and by the time I get to Brad, I see the dust coming off the back of the

Xavier wasn't just an old wolf warrior, but he was a cursed Lycan who was cursed to always protect the king, and he only obeys the voice of the Alpha king Ray. Alpha Felix stared at the wolf who stood in front of him, he made an attempt and jumped up to his face and used his fangs and canines on him. But Xavier carried him like he weighed nothing and hit him hard on the ground, and all the bones he had broken. Xavier bent down and used his canines and dig out Felix's eyes, and the whole pack shouted in agony. Slowly he snapped off his neck and Alpha Felix shifted back to his human form without his head.

Moreover the murmurs of the prophecy caused much more fear and stir in both the vampires and the werewolves. This was the fourth day, and we were tired and worn out, but the need to eliminate those bastards was even more powerful. Soldiers clashed, clashed on every end and fought with every ounce of power in them. And then I saw him. Xavier. The man we had bled to protect. The man who watched over Ariana like his soul depended on it. But this... this was not Xavier. This was a monster in his skin.

I long for a reprieve, a haven of serenity where I might find refuge. The injured cat approached me with caution, its eyes reflecting the anguish and vulnerability it had experienced. My heart went out to the unfortunate cat, its wounds a chilling reminder of the violence that prevailed in this world. Xavier's words pierced the darkness, jolting me back to consciousness. "Gwen? Where have you gone?" He yelled, his tone tinged with an odd blend of power and worry. The injured cat raced over to a younger version of Xavier, seeking solace. He placed a blanket on the ground, revealing that Xavier was the feline companion's owner. The cat's scars betrayed the violence he was capable of, making me

On one hand, it means she would be a fantastic Luna; on the other hand, it means that any other man would want her as his mate. Jack wouldn’t try anything; he already has a mate. Xavier on the other hand, I know that he enjoys being in a powerful position and ever since he lost his mate, who was also his best friend years ago, he’s become a bit crude, crass, and just downright disrespectful towards women. If Penelope was the white wolf and he found out about it, then I think he would jump at the chance to claim her as his. Just the thought of him trying to claim her makes me feel on edge.

The last wolf looked around in fear at the unknown mist, probably thinking it was my mother causing it, and ran away. In her rage, my mother tore apart the wolf that took her second chance mate before the smoke started pinning her down and it threw her against the tree. At that moment, I heard a small growl and Lunar looked behind me as we both saw a man with purple eyes. I knew him, but I didn't know where from, and I couldn't remember from were. I started to attack him, but Lunar still held control and she seemed to trust him for some reason. He looked on at me as we watched Xavier emerge from the smoke, covered in his white robe.

Jason agonized. Cole saw that the only ones still on their feet, but seemed a tad disoriented, were white-furred and golden-furred weres. The white-furred werewolf appear to recover faster than the rest of them, and he snarled loudly in Xavier’s direction. Xavier stood ready to fight him, but then he made a turnaround to face Rufus's direction Cole saw the other man pale. His men immediately formed a shield around him. And at the same time, Xavier’s men rushed out of the woods in an impressive formation, some rushed to guard Xavier, while two other groups went straight after Rufus, and his men, causing some of Rufus' men to scramble for cover.