Xenoverse 2 Character Novels & Stories

What I would give to taste these lips once more… I can’t. Swallowing, I look into her brilliant green eyes. “So, tell me, beautiful one, what is your name?” “Oh, my name is…” she trails off, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at me. “Xenie. Xendaya.” She lies. I smirk. “You are not Xendaya.” I know werewolves’ counterparts have their own identity. In some ways, they say it’s two personalities, two souls combined into one. “I am Xendaya!” she retorts defiantly.

"Wedding? Whose?" Xavier asked confusingly. " I don't know but he said he will tell everything when you will meet him." "Then what's the delay? Let's meet him tomorrow." Xavier said. "Where do you wanna go now?" Lan asked. "To my mother's arms." Lan chuckled at his childish demand. Typical mumma's boy. ************************************************ Character Description: Xavier Night - Male protagonist Lan Jason - Supporting character, best friend of Xavier Mr. Night - elder master, grandfather of Xavier Mrs. Night - mother of Xavier Lara Night - Younger sister of Xavier

The rogues definitely didn’t want the confrontation and I watched in amazement as they quickly dispersed, picking up the body of their fallen comrade. Xaden continued to glare at them, only shifting back to normal when they were all gone. He looked over at me and drew me close for a warm embrace. He stroked my hair and held my chin up, planting a gentle kiss on my lips. I leaned into him and kissed him passionately. I clutched tightly to the safety of his presence

He was currently leaning too close to her, a predator testing the fences. ​I approached silently, stepping into their orbit just as Vos laughed at something she said. ​“Andrea,” I said, my voice cutting through their conversation. ​She turned. For a split second, before her mask slammed into place, I saw it—a flash of recognition, perhaps even relief. ​“Ethan,” she said, her tone cool. “I see you decided to brave the lions’ den solo.” ​“I find I move faster without baggage,” I replied, turning my gaze to Vos. “Julian. I didn’t know you were a patron of the arts. I thought you preferred asset liquidation to preservation.”

Lucian went down to one knee. "Now," Ignatius glitched, stepping over the bleeding Alpha. "The... core..." A scraping sound came from the hallway. A wet, dragging noise. Xavier crawled into the room. The traitor was a shadow of his former self. His skin was gray, pulled tight over his skull, his eyes sunken and yellowed from the internal rot of his failed transition. He looked like a corpse that had forgotten to stop moving. In his trembling hand, he held a single, snub-nosed pistol.

They went several steps inside through what looked like an artificial tunnel. At the end of it there was some light and a husky voice called out. " Look who is finally here. Welcome... Welcome my dear boy. Welcome Xen. " The three of them stood in the background as Xen went ahead and shook hands with a middle aged man. The place was filled with cigarette smokes and smell of burnt tires. " I thought you had decided to walk down a different path. Seems like you couldn't resist following your godfather's footsteps after all, huh! " He punched Xen jokingly at his ribs before looking over his shoulder at the three of his comrades.

He opened the gate and said, “I don’t think I have seen these faces before; please, who are you?” “Good evening, sir,” Charles said with a smile. “ You haven’t answered me,” Xavier said. “Actually, I am Mr. Aegeus and beside me is Mr. Easton. We were birthed in Alaska, but reside in California,” Charles said, and glimpsed at Logan’s face. “Really? It’s nice meeting you both,” Xavier said with a smile. “It’s nice meeting you too, handsome,” Charles said with a smile. “Alright. What’s your motive? Are you here to see the king?” Xavier said.

I was lost in my thought and looked up to see him pointing at me then walking over. Alerted, I almost froze as he sat on the seat beside me. I looked at him and he gave me a ghost of a smile which is when it finally dawned on me who he was. “Xandros!” I gasped. He is Xyla's twin brother

She had passed dusty relics and half-shattered statues of forgotten queens and ignored the thick cobwebs clinging to her hem. Now, pressed against the stone raven-shaped vent, she watched the chamber below unfold like a play. Her eyes flicked from council member to council member, but they always returned to him. Xavier. He was... alive. Still. Against all odds. Against what Vito said. But different. He no longer moved like a soldier. He moved like a storm that had seen its eye. Ceres gripped the edge of the carved ledge. Below, he stood firm while Vegas interrogated him, while Vito poked and prodded with words dipped in venom.

"This is Jaxen Lawrence. He is the security specialist I brought in to assist with the server breach." Jaxen stepped closer to me, circling me like a hungry scavenger sniffing a prime cut of meat. "Holy shit... You're Xender Stormriven? The rogue designer who survived the Blackmoor execution squads?" I didn't offer my hand. I stood tall, my arms crossed over my chest, my biceps straining against the black fabric of my shirt. "Do you have a problem with rogues, Lawrence?"