Xmen Oc Novels & Stories

I hesitated but then my skepticism crumbled almost instantly as I reached out and grabbed the glass and drank. It burned but I welcomed it and he ordered another and another. He didn’t crowd me and didn’t touch me. Just stayed there, calmly, smiling and listening when I ranted at the bar about nothing and everything. By the third drink, my tongue felt loose. By the fourth, my chest hurt less and by the fifth, I was laughing. “I hate my pack!” I blurted suddenly. He tilted his head. “Sounds like a rough relationship.” “They hate me too,” I said bitterly. “I’m an Omega and a useless one with no wolf and no power... just a joke.”

“Because this isn’t the first time they’ve done it.” My breath catches sharply, disbelief flickering through me at the revelation. “What?” He sighs, leaning back in his chair, fingertips drumming against the polished surface of his desk, clearly troubled by what he’s about to tell me. “It seems Xavier wasn’t the only Omega they took in, Jacob. Robert and Eleanor Whitmore adopted two other Omegas before Xavier. Both displayed early indicators of having strong Alpha-resistant characteristics—like Xavier’s—but perhaps more instinctual rather than conditioned.”

My abilities as the leader of my pack and as an alpha— my senses were so strong and heightened. The only person who has the power to block me from this ability was Daphne. She could call it, somehow. And she could stop it, somehow too. Somehow. Right, Daphne. Although she was an omega and she was obviously a weak one, yet strangely, she had some sort of influence over me whenever I was within reach. "Are you alright?" Paul asked again. "Yeah." I retorted, almost angry this time. "Oh, hello, Mr. Kian." I turned to see Amber Campbell walking towards us.

"I am nothing. I am an orphan with a lower omega. I am not worthy of you." Xavier's smirk faded, replaced by a look of determination. "You are worthy, Xienma. You are more than worthy. You are the most powerful she-wolf of your kind. And I will prove it to you." Xienma's heart ached. She wanted to believe him, but she knew the truth. She was a lower omega and would never be worthy of Xavier. But she also knew that she couldn't reject her fated mate. It would be a betrayal of the bond and her own nature.

Marcel once told dad that if anyone were to replace my dads position as the first most powerful Alpha or Atleast, increase their position in the hierarchy then all they’d need to do is bring him his omega. Xavier knows this, if he finds the omega before any of the other Alphas, he’ll no longer be the last Alpha in the hierarchy. “I’m not telling you anything!” Peter yells. “I thought you’d lie and said the poor old omega was dead,” Xavier chuckles and so do some of the crowd, fools. “Carry on with the axe.” The axe man Carrie’s his ace again, ready to chop off Peter's head when Christina suddenly screams the most heart-aching truth.

He only needed the Omega male! Xavier rested his head back on the seat. "Do you have any proof that assists your claim?" "No!" "Then the Omega isn't yours!" Xavier declared and Alexis could only thank the goddess for being on his side. "He's not an object to be peddled, nor is he a slave in my pack, you have no right to barter anyone to anybody!" Xavier's glare was sharp, piercing through their faces. He turned to Gray, "For trying to force your mark on the Omega, you will be punished..." Then his gaze averted to Page and her daughter and smirked. "Take yourselves to the dungeons, you haven't answered all of my questions on what you needed money for, and Riyan, go to the pack doctor and get

Selena’s POV “We heard that it’s safe,” Xavier continued quickly, his sharp senses picking up the tension, and tried to explain: “That it protects omegas and wolf-less mates. That it’s--- different!” His voice softened as he glanced at Clyde, smiling reassuringly, but his voice remained worried and strained. “We’re looking for a place like that.”

“No one has really tasted you. Not the way I have. Not the way you open when you’re furious.” Ciel stirred, curious and unsettled at the same time. He isn’t wrong, she whispered. You hate him. You also don’t want him to stop. It’s exhausting. Xavier leaned closer. His voice dropped. “My ruined Omega,” he said. “Do you know you’re the first person who almost made me die for real? I manipulated the Crown. I manipulated the Council. I staged wounds and dragged a healer into it. All so I could keep you close enough to touch.”

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.

We are preparing for war, strengthening our defenses, and honing our skills to face whatever Xavier and his allies throw at us. "So are you at least going to tell me what and who our enemy is? Should we stop preparing for a war? Don't you think we should eliminate Oscar and his pack while we are at it? Do you think they will team up with our enemy?" Bonita asks. "One question at a time, honey. I do not know if you have heard about the vampire Xavier about ten years ago. He created havoc in the city near us. He had a girlfriend who was a dark witch. Her name is Marilyn. I don't know if they are still together because you know how vampire she is. They don't have one mate like us for the rest o