X Men Origins: Wolverine Xavier Novels & Stories

Their eyes were a blazing yellow, and their grins exposed the nature of their twisted and sick souls. "Demitrey sent you, didn't he?" Xavier asked with his hands behind his back. He looked intimidating with the anger that rolled from his body, and the permanent frown etched on his forehead. That brazen alpha was beginning to get on his nerves and he didn't like it. If these attacks continued there would surely be spreading unrest in the pack. Letting the members of his pack think that he was incapable of protecting them was not an option. "Answer me!"

Xavier replied, his voice full of gratitude. Their journey had been filled with pain, loss, and betrayal, but it had also brought them together and shown them the strength of their love. They had faced their demons, uncovered the truth, and emerged victorious, not just as individuals, but as a united force. With the threat of the conspiracy now vanquished, the werewolf kingdom thrived under their rule. Xavier and Nemesis worked tirelessly to ensure a harmonious coexistence between the various supernatural beings, building bridges of understanding and unity.

Eric said while wiping blood from his nose. Xavier took a deep breath. “Fine, I will keep your sister here but ask her to stay away from humans and wolves,” Xavier said. Eric nods. ************ “You don’t know?” asked Zila. “No, I don’t know any of that. All I know is my dad left us when we were kids and our mom died and then it was Eric who raised me,” she said. Carol took a deep breath and everyone went silent. “Guys, is there anything, I don’t know,” she said.

Dad shook his head. "She's a werewolf. Her healing ability was intact, but she broke Xavier's spine. Then she went mad," he explained. "She held him on the ground and asked him if he had ever loved her. "Later on, while she was out hunting, a tree trunk split by lightning pierced straight through her heart. She died on the spot. As for Xavier, he rolled down the mountain, and his body was never found." Dead. They were both dead. The farce had finally come to an end.

At the alpha's office in the police station, Wendy explained how Xavier tricked her into coming with him and her time with the doctor. He would make her listen to hours-long speeches about the new world order he intended to create and make her a part of, watch as he experimented on rogue wolves and vampires, threatening to let them rip her apart if she ever left her room. “Then today he came and got me out of my room looking panicked,” she explained, getting to the part James wanted to hear most.

All I have left after that is destroy that god awful pack with that useless runt. "Then you won't leave in one piece. By the time you hear what is going to need to be done you would have known too much. I can not let you get out with any plans. For all I know your mate could be waiting for you to return to that pack at any moment and her brother wanting information on us." "Why would Xavier care about you?" He chuckled and I could basically feel him rolling his eyes at me. "Because I am like the Alpha of the rogues. They all listen to me, at least most of them do. Some of the ones who don't listen to me I leave alone and others I dispose of.

I turned to see the one person I would never have thought to see… XAVIER. Xavier is one of the few packs we have an alliance with. His father was a good friend of my father, they made an alliance to always keep each other's pack safe from external attacks. If one pack needs reinforcement, the other would jump in and help. They were our trusted ally. About two years ago, Xavier's mother died from a rogue attack which led to his father becoming lost (kinda like a lost soul, he is not dead). Once you've lost your mate, it's hard to remain sane, though it is not impossible.

"What do you mean? What's so special about them?" Ethan looked at the painting of his Master and explained to her. "It was known as just a myth, until we came across Xavier and Mara. They both were turned vampires, both of them had the same master, who had turned them both. Xavier was turned long ago when Mara wasn't even born…" Calla cut him in the middle. "Okay wait! What do you mean by that?" Ethan chuckled and explained. "Xavier was about 200 years old. Do you know how they actually met?"

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

Another war ended and there was more to go, the humans didn't think they deserved to lose, something bigger was coming and Xavier had to make sure that when it came he was prepared for it. Months have passed, and though they have yet to strike, Xavier knew eventually they would. They have found out how to make their own wolfbane, it was more powerful now and Xavier wasn't sure if his wolf would be enough to deflate the pain. But where there's a will, there's a way. He 'd take them down like he did last time and he wouldn't give them the bloody choice to surrender.