X Men Origins: Wolverine Xavier Novels & Stories

"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?

"Do you wanna go out?" She muttered faintly. So faintly that he'd have mistaken it for a rush of wind if he was human. "What?" Xavier blurted out in disbelief, tightening his hold onto the bridge railing. Aster scoffed, "You have super hearing and for what?" "Sorry, I was just taken aback." Xav shyly averted his gaze and stared at the ground, unable to look her in the eye. "Are you serious?" She sighed, "You know how much I hate putting myself in this kinda situation so hell yeah, I'm serious."

Narrates Lex Xavier. I've been looking for him ever since he got lost deep in the snow in Greenland, destroyed my facility with his modified body, and ventured out. He was only a child when he did it and yet he was much stronger than the average adult, the few surviving men and scientists went out looking for him but he was nowhere to be found. Victor could not die, he was almost immortal I had seen to that, for experiment after experiment fascinated me to the point that I could not be able to imagine even half of his potential as a modified werewolf. He was an alpha forcibly made by my will.

I opened my mouth to protest, but then the look on his face stopped me short and I frowned. “You speak of the fight with Morgan,” I muttered, and not missing a beat, the older man nodded. “Xavier told me of it, you know,” he admitted after a moment. “When it first happened, he spoke of how he’d watched Morgan tear into Layla’s throat after she turned rogue. Morgan tortured your mate.” His eyes flickered down to the movements of my hands as my fists clenched, but he wasn’t dissuaded. In fact, he didn’t even break a stride as he relayed everything that Xavier had told him.

Xienma quickened her pace, her heart pounding in her chest. As she rounded a corner, she saw him. Xavier, the Rogue King's son, stood there, his eyes locked onto hers. He was tall and lean, with a face that was both handsome and cruel. His eyes were a piercing blue, and they seemed to see right through her. Xienma felt a strange pull towards him, a connection she couldn't explain. "Xavier," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She knew who he was, but she had never seen him before. He was the son of Drax, the Rogue King, the man who had killed her parents and her pack.

The ones that shifted had some kind of black goo dripping from their mouth, it was absolutely disgusting and i knew it had something to do with whatever gave then this strength. Shifting to my wolf-man form i rush over to the fight and once again i begin to tear into the rogues. One thing I wasn't prepared for though was the rate at which they healed. Not only did they have speed and strength their healing had increased as well and i immediately knew this would be trouble for us. The empty feeling spread through me again and i turned to see one of our pack members fall face first into the ground dead. This angered Xavier and i because these rogues had not taken one but two of our family memb

He had made a deal with the elders, agreeing to fake a relationship with Ariel in order to protect her from those who sought to exploit her unique abilities. Xavier's wolf heritage ran deep within him, and he understood the power and responsibilities that came with being a mate. He had seen firsthand the devastation that could occur when a mate's inner wolf awakened without proper guidance and control. He had witnessed the pain and destruction it had caused to loved ones and the innocent.

I don't have a phone and right now, I have no way of communicating with Xavier. Should I open the door or not

"The culprit can't be a werewolf, right? Our people can't use magic." I could imagine Xavier shaking his head softly across the phone. "Across the continent, there's a type of werewolves that can use magic called the Mystwolf. But I'm not sure if they're involved either. I'll investigate this further," he added. "I won't stop until I find the bastard and bring his head to you." I clamped my mouth shut. It was much more reassuring to hear that from Xavier than from Xander. A flood of relief hit my heart as I realized that I wasn't fighting alone. Even so, the guilt of my decision to leave him still gripped me.

The man is determined to protect Karen and help her reach her potential, even if it means facing Nathan himself and destroying his entire black magic power. When Xavier realized that there were only two female wolves left in the pack, not including Karen, he slowly made his way toward them, preparing to welcome his new mate to her new position at his side. Then he felt it, Nathan's aura. It was attacking a fighting she-wolf, his future mate. Xavier wouldn't let that happen. Not if the she-wolf wasn't at full strength to defend herself against Nathan. Besides, Xavier had business with the lowly hybrid. His death.