Novel & Cerita X Men Origins: Wolverine Xavier

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.

‘Mine’ Xavier growled through the mind-link. Everyone stared at him. Xavier was the last person that would have wanted a human mate. The Williams hated humans, but Xavier was the worse, after what happened to them, they couldn’t stand that species. Xavier’s wolf backed off the girl on the floor, his mind running a mile a minute. Xavier turned back into his human form and turn away from the girl and moved back to his brothers. His brothers did not know how to react, they knew why this was terrible news, but what should they say, what should they do? All of them hated the situation and wanted to kill the girl off as soon as she arrived, but they needed answers of how she got here. Xavier was c

Xhel and Xhan are twins, they are 35 years old, whereas Xander is the youngest, he is 33 years old. "You are calling me as if the five of you are my disciples. Anyway, I'll call you guys the 'X men' starting from now on due to your names that started with the letter 'X'." Soheila stood up and though her height was small, she still overpowered her subordinates. "Stand straight." The X men stood straight and stayed quiet as they waited for Soheila to talk. Soheila smiled slightly and told them their first mission. Meanwhile, the six birds watched the whole scene quietly. They were astonished by Soheila's capabilities. When the X men disappeared, they walked toward Soheila and asked her what ha

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

“I should kill her because her father did something wrong? Do you know how many innocent people my father killed? How many innocent lives he ended? Do you want to see me become a carbon copy of my father? I would never do that.” “I didn’t ask you to kill her,” Cain shrugged. “You can send her away from here and I promise you that neither I nor any of my men would dare come close to her again.” “Your men…” Xavier said. Just then, a pack of wolves, about thirty four of them in number strolled out, baring their fangs before him. Xavier’s own royal guards marched out at the sight of the danger and shifted into their own wolf forms and Xavier watched the chaos that was about to unfold before his

Author's POV Xavier came out from his mansion and saw his men were beating a man. "Stop" Xavier said and went towards them. His men stop at once and moved aside. A chair was already placed for him. Xavier sat down on the chair and looked at the man. "Where is he?" Xavier asked him. "Beyond your reach" The man said and started laughing. Xavier's men were about to beat him black and blue but Xavier stopped them. "What happened? Why are you stopping your people? Are you afraid?" The man asked.

If one doesn’t know anything, one would think they were a couple, but it seems like they are anything far from that. “Let’s have it this way, we won’t let you join our mafia group because you guys still have a lot to live for. Go find your purpose. Hell, maybe even rewrite your own story but don’t include violence in anything you do again. We will keep our promise and protect you both, right Xavier?” Xavier nods his head. “We will send a warning letter to silver vipers tonight that you are one of us now and that they shouldn’t try hurting either of you. Does that sound okay?”

Safe from the reach of the angry wolf that wants to see the end of me. "Now start talking," I say, maintaining a straight face. I don't enjoy speaking to him. I have always hated werewolves. Blame it on Vincent and his cohorts. But hey, this man saved my life. Not once! Twice. He came through for me. The least I can do to show my appreciation is to speak to him. At this point, it's crystal clear that Xavier is the one who can keep me safe. He's a werewolf I am not.

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

"I...I found you...after so many years, you're still alive, you're still breathing, you're still here." Xavier was tempted to change forms to speak, but he didn't, it was too dangerous. "Like father, like son...your fur is just as black as mine...your howl...you are him; my little Kaheel." His fingers ruffled through Xavier's fur and Xavier growled defensively at him. What was this mad man saying? Glancing around, he noticed that everybody had stopped fighting and all the opposing wolves crouched against the floor...were they surrendering?