X Shifted Novels & Stories

’ Morganite claws in my mind, and my body begins to tremble… “Alpha Arkham…” his words echo in my mind… that name sounding loud, and like it is replaying four more times… what a strong name…again with this feeling inside... “Xander, I need to shift…NOW!” I state desperately. “Ok, let’s go…Go behind that tree, and shift. I’ll go shift over by that tree” he says pointing to the opposite direction. “I’ll meet you back here, and you can follow me as we run. Then we will come back here when done.”

XD said as Xander turned to grin at him. “Watch out!” XD yelled as he pointed in front of him but it was too late as a thud was heard and the car skidded to a stop. “Fuck….was that a cat?” Xander asked as he put off his seat belt and got out of the car. “That was too big to be a cat.” XD replied as he got out into the pouring rain and walked in front where he saw a man unconscious with a phone in his hand. *****

Xander ran towards the woods at the back of their house. He noticed Xavier’s silhouette there. He held the letter tightly in his hand, almost wrinkling it. “Vie!” Xander called, breathless. “We received an answer,” he added quickly. His usual deep voice was slightly high pitched from the excitement. Xavier emerged from between the trees wearing nothing but his work pants. His bare feet sank into the green moss. His hair was still wet from his swim in the lake.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

The atmosphere in the car was stifling. As they neared the neighborhood, Mr. Xander suddenly asked, “Xena… is she home?” “No. She moved out a while ago,” Shane replied casually. Mr. Xander went quiet. No one dared say more at the mention of Xena. Everyone was afraid one wrong word would set him off again. “Is… is there a fire somewhere?” Shane mumbled, squinting at the thick smoke rising in the distance. The comment pulled everyone’s attention toward it.

I must have had a bewildered look on my face because he added, “How you land on a wolf's back using this move.” “Oh… uh sure.” I looked at Xander. “Would you mind being the wolf?” Xander started unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine, the wicked gleam in them letting me know he was thinking about last night. I could feel all the eyes of the women burning into us, watching as Xander undressed. He left his underwear on as he shifted into Storm, tearing through the fabric. I was more than a little pleased he’d at least kept them on instead of getting fully naked.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

“Farewell, Xavier.” END

na nagpapalito sa paningin ni Xander. ​SHING! ​Ang Phase-Shift Blade ni Xander ay tumama sa sutla ng Guardian, ngunit sa halip na humiwa, ang espada ay dumulas. "Ang kanilang armor... hindi ito solid! Ito ay isang Non-Newtonian Fluid na gawa sa frequency!" bulong ni Xander.

Here, the stones under our feet were just stones, grey and smoothed by a sea that didn't keep a database. Xander was the first across the rail. He didn't drop down with the heavy, hydraulic precision of a Sovereign asset; he stumbled slightly as his boots sank three inches into the damp brown earth of the beach. He stood there for a long moment, his chest heaving under his torn, hemp-patched coat, his face tilted up toward a sun that felt hot, uneven, and completely un-optimized. The gray map of his charcoal heart was silent, a permanent set of scars that no longer carried a pulse of data.