Xmen Oc Novels & Stories

My powers were already settled but I couldn’t understand this pain as my mind went back to the sharp pain, I felt from the Lycan’s slap, fear mixed with a quick impulse, I let out a scream before I could stop it “Get away from me” I stood up swiftly, pushing back the blanket cover My body felt different; quickly I rushed to the gigantic mirror behind the cupboard; the slap left a mark on my face; as big as his hands were, it was visible; my hands traced it down to my chin, trembling from the slap's retained pain under my fingertips. The sensation of his hand still burning against my face, and my skin feeling hot and swollen, but something strange started happening as I touched my face

Damien moved forward, wanting to wrap his arms around his Alpha to comfort him, but jumped back alarmed when someone suddenly appeared in the bed with them. A man suddenly appeared on their bed, kneeling in front of Xavier. His body was glowing bright white. His beautiful chin-length hair almost seemed to glow. His big beautiful white wings, were spread out, glowing bright white. He grabbed ahold of Xavier's head. One hand on each side, grabbing it firmly and pushing Xavier back. He straddled Xavier as he pushed his head into the pillow. Xavier was shocked, not sure how to respond as he was manhandled by the little Omega, as he looked into the bright white glowing eyes of Lucian.

He darted his eyes over Lucien’s face wondering why he always felt a pull towards him, to mark him. “I swear upon your wolf, I didn’t.” Lucien raised his hands in surrender, his hands brushing the hem of Xavier’s shirt which sent shivers down Xavier’s spine. “Did you just say my wolf?” Xavier grunted, gripping him by his neck. Who was a mere omega to disobey him son–to the biggest Ambassador of Dravenmoor. Lucien whimpered, shoving his head—he knew he was done for. Xavier made an attempt to tighten his grip on Lucien’s neck but his face dropped involuntarily doing something neither of them expected. His mouth found Lucien’s slowly at first, his tongue grazing the inside of his mouth.

said the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. “N-No! Kill me first before you get Leah from me!” Amoux shouted then tried to stand up but he just fell down. My heart is pounding because of what is happening now. Are these really Alphas? Why do they want me to be Luna? I'm just an omega so why are they competing with me? And Amoux, I have to heal him no matter what. "Let's take them to where we should hide them, leaving no trace because I know that Lycan Hector will find his heir," Rozen punched Amoux so he lost consciousness.

Xavier was shocked at how quickly his mood had changed and he knew he had to start talking immediately or the fake relationship he had been trying to build with the Alpha would come crashing down. “I kind of got into a fight,” Xavier said. “You got into a fight?” Jaime stared at him. “And you’re still alive? Don’t tell me it was a girl. How dare you beat up a defenseless lady?” “Hear him out first,” Lona laughed and packed her hair sideways. “It wasn’t a girl, my Lord,” Xavier said. “It was a guy. An Omega like myself.” “I need a name,” Jaime frowned. “Does this Omega not have a name?”

He was straightly brutal, slashing her heart into many parts in the most cruel way possible. "You said enough, Aiden! We aren't getting brainwashed by her and neither are we accepting her as our mate. Our stance still stands the same. An omega has no place in our life and she is no special. You are overreacting, nothing else!" Xavier stated in a calm tone but his body language displayed another thing. He was filled with anger, anger that his own brother think that he will accept a fucking omega as his mate!

Xena was standing in the middle of four men that were lying on the ground, lifeless and Damian was in his wolf form. A big black wolf, just like mine. Xena had Green eyes, thanks to our witch ancestry but Damian's eyes were red. A full on werewolf alpha. He had an arm in his mouth, eyes open and alert. He looked like a crazed animal as the arm leaked blood. His teeth crimson from it, fur wet and sticking to his body as he walks up to Xena. Damian walks around Xena, his body rubbing against hers as he moves. Inspecting her body for any injuries but finding none. He stops in front of her and throws the arm on the ground by her feet.

“ Just trus – “ her voice becomes deaf to my ears as another’s stands out. I raise my head quickly , looking for the person who speaks such a calm and gentle way. I feel my heart beating faster and faster as the excitement in me starts to overflow. My eyes latch on to him , and that is when my eyes begin to leak joyful tears. “Oh girl , I missed you too…” Xavier says lovingly to Cherrie as he rubs her snout. He looks so different from when I had last seen him – his face has stubs of hair , his hair is longer and curly , and his body seems more muscular ; he looks handsome!

As soon as I was about to climb on the platform, someone grabbed my arm and I turned quickly in anxiety - thinking it was my love since I had missed him more than life itself but my smile faded when I saw who it was. “You shouldn’t be here.” It was Pamela, urging me to stop. “It’s already too late, babe. I want to do this for him.” I said calmly. “Are you sure it is worth it?” She rolled her eyes. “Look at you, you are already so weak, can you even stand one strike?” For some reason, I didn’t see worry in her eyes. It was as if she was here to discourage and mock me. “I will be fine, Pamela. Besides, I’m doing this for a greater cause. By the time I’m done, I will grow from being an Omega to

She fell, a delicate figure crumpling onto the cold marble floor. "Fuck!" Xavier cursed, dashing to her side. He scooped Cathleen up, carrying her with a protective ferocity that belied his harsh exterior. "Doctor West, attend to Olivia. I'll drive Cathleen." Cathleen's piercing scream cut through the chaos like a knife, reverberating through Xavier's entire being. The rawness of her cry clawed at his insides and filled him with dread. A pool of crimson blood stained her otherwise pale legs, a stark and horrifying contrast that marked the beginning of a living nightmare.