X Men Origins: Wolverine Xavier Novels & Stories

A big, black, scary wolf with fur and glowing yellow eyes growled aloud in pain and anger. The chains fell off him, and the door opened soon after. In came the High priest and three guards with silver spears in their hands, ready to attack. Xavier surged forward and killed them all before running out into the woods, and when he shifted back into his human form, his actions dawned on him. He knew his father would have him disgraced and punished and Xavier made plans to run away.

"Alpha Finn has created an army of half-bloods like Xavier that are highly susceptible to his command." Half-bloods like Xavier? Suddenly, the memories that had eluded me about him healing me came back and I could taste his blood at the back of my throat. Xavier was a vampire and werewolf hybrid. Was that why Alpha Finn had thought he would mindlessly obey his command? In my brief internal monologue, it seemed like I had missed something because when I looked up, Xavier was pale. He looked at Alpha Jaxon with wide eyes full of horror. "But that means…"

"That was where my problem began. We went with Landon, but he was on our side. When we returned to the Riverbend, the people that hunt Werewolves from the hunter's Bureau body under the leadership of Abel Mcknight were watching us, waiting for Xavier to slip up. Anyway, to cut the story short, Xavier and I aren't meant to be together because I am human. A video of me seeing Soren leaked, and that was it. Xavier sent me here saying Avalora is neutral ground, and no one would dare come to Avalora to arrest me,” I said and looked at my father.

Never given the chance to come into her own, Celeste becomes glad to find a pack in which she can be a normal wolf, for a change Xavier: He/Him: Loving, strong-of-mind, and protective, Xavier has always wanted a mate to complete his feeling of family. Already with a strong love for his family, of blood relation or not, Xavier is willing to do anything to help his family stay safe and grow as individuals or as a whole. Worldly in a way of exploration, Xavier carries a brain of vast knowledge that always strives to know or see more

Ragnar and another beta stepped out of the bus, and Ragnar rounded the bus, rear to open the door for a couple of men and women to walk out, as Xavier exited the SUV. Judging from their dressing, I knew they were doctors. I approached Xavier as Ragnar directed the people towards the training center building. “Are there human doctors here, too?” I asked when I approached Xavier. He hesitated, holding my gaze. “Yeah. But they are already entangled in our world, so they won’t talk. They’ll keep their mouth shut.” “How sure are you? What you did was risky.” “It’s not,” Xavier replied sharply. “We ran the names of the men here across the database, and we have all their info. Most of these humans

, Xander and Xavier kissed their mates before shifting into their magnificent lycan's and took off to the fight. “We will celebrate our pups once we kill some rogues”, Xander mind linked his brother, knowing his brother was pissed about being interrupted. “Yes will will”, Xavier replied, showing his brother mental images of bending his mates over their bed. “Xavier focus”, Xander said as they reached the fight where his pack was fighting about fifty rogue merfolk. They took down all the rogues in about five minutes. “Brother, something isn’t right, this was too easy”, Xavier mind linked Xander.

I felt like the wolf and I kept on locking eyes , as if he was sent her to retrieve me – my mind races , assuming that King Alexander had sent him to get me ; it could be that he belongs to the king. “Don’t move…” Xavier warns us all , when he sees Andrew slowly reaching for his sword as well. However , the furry beast sees that to and growls loudly at him , which makes him stop his pursue immediately. From the corner of my eyes , I see Xaviers hand firmly grasp the handle of his sword and he softly pulls the weapon out of it’s cover. He then slowly proceeds to walk closer to it – my mind racing , wondering on what he is going to do ; what if the creature realises what he is doing and attac

He liked to destroy things as much as he wanted to build them. There was also a human with them. Xavier was their link to the Mountain as he communicated with them via sat-phone. Since their last contact to warn them about the attack, there had been nothing from Marx’s camp. Zigor had been the one to explain to Xavier there were bigger, more unpleasant things in the world than they—the humans—knew about. The two groups on the ground moved in, holding a tight formation around the camp until it came into view. “So they are werewolves?” Xavier asked. His skepticism persisted, but he kept an open mind. He was using binoculars to get an overview of the area.

Xavier is the good mate from the prophecy Right?????

A twisted smile tugged at the corners of Xavier's mouth. “You know, little pup,” he drawled, his voice smooth yet menacing. “For decades, I kept to myself—shielding my people from your world.” I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the gruesome sight of his hand buried deep inside Richard’s torso. “But your ancestors—both witches and werewolves—came to me first. They spoke of unity, of coexistence. ‘We are all mystical beings,’ they said. ‘Why should we fight each other?’” His hand pushed further into Richard, and I flinched as more blood poured out, pooling beneath them.