X-men Megan Novels & Stories

He always motivated her and saw the potential in her, he had been like the father she wished to have. A week earlier before his demise, Emma had visited him in the Powers' mansion and it was there that Xavier asked for a simple request from her, "to stand by his son no matter what". Without any hesitation, she agreed for she owed , Xavier Powers everything she had accomplished in her life.

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

She flung the doors o f the palace until she came face to face with the Alpha, Xavier. “Bow to me, Xavier. Leave the throne and I'll spare you,” Meagan, controlled by Trix commanded. The mindlink burned and she could feel the bond of the pack breaking. She was setting herself loose from Xavier's rule. Xavier, whose scar was still pronounced as the wrinkles on his face made him older than his age, laughed till he hit the table lamp away from his nightstand.

My purple pajama shirt quickly drenching in my own blood. "She is a spoiled brat, William." Megan still in her Deamhan form, stood from the floor. She touched the back of her head, making sure there wasn't blood. She evaded his eyes, staring instead at the open door. She wouldn't even stare at me, the source of her rage.

"It was a piece of cake Axton, she's not compared to the tons of gangsters have fought with, way back in Australia" "Really? A tiny little thing like you can fight gangsters?" Axton asked. Megan smiled and said. "Don't underestimate my body nature Axton. I am Sonya Blade, and you can testify from it on how I have dealt with Bratop and Spooky, Jupitar and even Serpent who thinks she's strong" "Really? This little body of yours is strong" Axton said, waving her little arms in the air. Megan frowns and takes her hands from him.

“You walked in here with half a story and think that makes you dangerous.” Megan speaks from the tea cart before I can. No,” she says. “What makes her dangerous is that she brought all the wrong people into the same room.” Victoria's head snaps toward her. “Be quiet.” Megan looks at her mother and does something I have never seen her do before. She smiles, not sweet, not pretty, not frightened. “I spent twenty-seven years being quiet,” she says. “You can have ten minutes without it.” That changes the room.

Mirabel had only said what she did as a joke, but seeing the stiffening figures before she could not help but wonder if she was right after all, and if so, what exactly was she right about? Megan was a very intelligent woman, she was formidable as well, with the dangerous ability to sniff out enemies from wherever they were hiding.

MEGAN’S POV Six years later, I was no longer the love-stricken and timid Megan—not anymore. I became the most powerful and admired lady all over New York City. The faceless Moon Heiress every pack wanted to join forces with—well respected and successful. I’ve not only become powerful, I was fearless. Ready to take over my rightful position as the Alpha Queen of my Moon Royal Pack and the Moon Heiress of the werewolf packs, I came back to New York City to dominate and not be controlled.

Smiling, I had to come back to reality. Nathan was already awake, he was getting ready to head out. I finally got to see him clearly. He was a handsome young man with striking silver hair that cascades in waves around his face. His piercing eyes, the color of storm clouds, hold a mysterious allure, framed by dark lashes. His chiseled jawline gives him an air of strength and determination, softened by a charming smile that lights up his face. His complexion is fair and flawless, accentuating his aristocratic features. He carries himself with confidence, his tall stature and lean build adding to his undeniable charm. He shared no resemblance with Morgana, apart from his silver colored hair.

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.