Yveltal X Xerneas Novels & Stories

came the deep, controlled command. The maids left without another word, and the door slammed shut behind them. Silence fell then I turned my head slowly and saw him. Alpha Kael Vorthrane. He was tall, broad, perfectly imposing. The light reflected off the sharp lines of his face, highlighting a faint scar along his cheekbone that made him look all the more dangerous. His dark hair was swept back carelessly, as though the world itself bent around him and his cold, merciless eyes locked onto me as though he could see straight into my thoughts.

Phineas gripped his fork so hard the tines bit into his palm. "Lavender," Xavier whispered, his breath a hot, moist intrusion. "Citrus. Standard Omega profile. But there’s something else, isn't there? A third, milky note. Heavy. Sweet." Phineas’s heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. "You’re carrying, aren't you, Little Heir?" Xavier’s voice was a low vibration, meant only for Phineas’s marrow. "The Vane pup is already nesting."

she informed. Drake stood up from his seat beside his stray. “What do you mean it is fake?” he questioned. Millie bit her lower lip, finding a good answer. “I-It’s. . . it’s not the antidote, alpha. The poison on Emily’s body was deadly and rare to find for its antidote.” She answered, looking down at the ground. “I... I think we should start to find the lotus flower and the neem plants at Mount Doqu, alpha.” Millie said, her lips trembling.

Hazel pleaded, her eyes swirling with golden rings, a silent plea for him to pause his actions and be enveloped in those swirling circles where he could regain control over his impulses. "Mark me, Xerxes," Aurum's voice echoed, the mate bond asserting itself. For a moment, Xerxes's snarl faltered, his attention drawn to her. "Hazel," Wyatt's voice resonated in her mind. "Wyatt," Hazel whispered with anticipation, cautiously extending her hand toward him but stopping just short of making contact. She felt the connection with her mate, glimpsing the reflection of his cyan blue eyes, only to see them transform into the onyx black of the spirit he was being influenced by. Before she could react,

“I’m not blind. Golds, reds, and blues are female. Silvers, bronzes, and greens are male. Silvers only mate with queens, so I’m guessing these two have mated with Ylys.” “Actually, Yttyc is Ylys’ child, so no, he hasn’t mated with her,” I say distractedly. She stops, turning to look at Yttyc. He moves his head and I know he’s talking to her. “I’m so sorry,” she says softly. I take the egg and watch as she turns to Yttyc. He lowers his head to her and allows her to run her hand over his face. “That must be terrible for you.” ‘What are they saying?’ I ask Bynjym, aggravated that I’m being left out of the conversation.

Ability-Blaze(unlocked), Iron fist(locked) Move set - ancient power, earth power, fire spin, heat wave, iron head, metal sound, iron defense, magma storm Ability- Flashfire(unlocked), Flame body(locked) Move set - tackle, growl, leech seed, vine whip, sleep powder, poison powder, razor leaves, energy ball, solar beam Ability - overgrow(unlocked), chlorophyll(locked) Move set - gust, sand attack, tackle, quick attack, air cutter, whirlwind Ability- keen eyes(unlocked), tangled feet(unlocked), big pecks(locked)

Xal'dar, his voice resonating with a strange, otherworldly melody, guided them through the intricate steps of the ritual. As they chanted in unison, the air crackled with unseen energy. The Wellspring pulsed with a vibrant light, its tendrils reaching out, seemingly searching for something beyond their own dimension. A gasp escaped Xal'dar's lips. A faint echo, a whisper of emerald light, responded from afar. It was the Wellspring of Xylos, acknowledging the connection.

Hearing that, Xyris unconsciously tugged the corner of her clothes in anticipation. Xanthus blushed slightly. Despite his aggressiveness when fighting Dark Occult, he was only but a young chap in his twenties. “Thank you for helping us in fighting Dark Occult, both Brother Tyr and you, Sister Xyris. They are a bunch of maniacs, though. Please be careful.” “I will.” Xyris nodded. “This is for you, Sister Xyris.” Xanthus suddenly took a pendant off his neck. It was an amber pendant, with a heart-shaped leaf enclosed within.

Xavier and Ceres sit across from each other, the scroll between them. Xavier (carefully breaking the wax seal): "Feels wrong to open it. Like I'm cracking open someone's grave." Ceres (gently): "Then treat it like an exhumation. Not to desecrate—just to bring the truth into the light." He unrolls the scroll—fine parchment, preserved miraculously—names upon names inked in blood-dark script. Xavier (reading softly): "Narel Flame-Eyed. Caelum Ashwing. Idris of the Second Vein. Eyla Moonvein. Alric Flameborn..."

"Please. I just found you. I can't lose you now." I managed a weak smile. "Stubborn wolf. Always telling me what to do." But even as I said it, I felt the mate bond fraying faster. Minutes now, not hours. Through the broken wall, I could see the fight continuing. Thelma had joined Xavier, the twins fighting in perfect synchronization despite the collars limiting their power. But Vex was overwhelming them, her hybrid nature giving her advantages they couldn't match. She moved with vampire speed, struck with wolf strength, and when they cornered her, she threw out her hand and magical energy exploded from her palm, sending both twins flying backward.