Castlevania X Reader Novels & Stories

​Xavier’s POV ​She wouldn’t let go. ​Every time I tried to ease her onto the silk sheets, her fingers tightened in the fabric of my dress shirt, pulling me back into her orbit with a desperate, mindless strength. She was a chaotic whirlwind of tequila-scented breath and soft, muffled sobs, her face buried so deep into the crook of my neck that I could feel every jagged, hot exhale against my pulse. ​"Don't go," she hit me with a slurred whisper, her voice cracking in a way that made my chest tighten painfully. "The white walkers... they’re coming for everyone, Xavier. Don't leave me in the dark."

Julian roared, his silver eyes flashing as he lunged at her. ​But his hand went right through her. She wasn't physical; she was a manifestation of our collective guilt. She began to circle us, her cold presence draining the heat from my very marrow. ​“The only way to banish a Revenant of the Sixth,” Isolde whispered, leaning into my ear, the smell of the deep ocean filling my nose, “is to satisfy the hunger that called her. She wants the intimacy you’re denying her. She wants the Blood-Bond to scream.”

"Fine. But don't think for one second I buy on all this good girl facade. I know who you are and I'm not going to fall for it." Fall for what? Evy has a hard time wrapping her head around what she said. "I still need to teach you so open your book and I want you to read the whole page from chapters 1 - 10 and then we'll begin our lecture. I don't want any complaints. I'll answer questions during my lecture." Santina proceeds to stand up and leave her alone in the room by herself. Evy read the title of the book. 'Theoretical Basis for Spellcasting' written by Herald the Grey.

Xavier muttered and fed his parents cakes. ~~~~~~~~ Thank you all for supporting me through this journey, Thank you for pushing through and tolerating my late updates, The journey of Isabelle and Xander finally ends here but if y'all are interested in Katy and Jamie stories FRAGMENTS OF THE PAST and MISOGYNIST GROOMS OF NYC respectively, you can send me a message on my email. victoriaabimbola1888@g***l.com.thank you.

Liam exhales slowly, like I’ve just exhausted him. “That’s…a lot of questions,” he says flatly. “For someone like me who doesn’t do much words.” My brows furrow, waiting for his explanation. I actually can’t wait to be out of here. I blame Hannah’s mother. “But I’ll indulge you.” He says, lifting a finger. “First- Xaden has it because only the Dravens have access to the academy's private library.” He lifts another finger. “Second- I can’t get another copy elsewhere because there isn’t another. It was written over a hundred years ago and only one of it exists.”

He wasn't going to let their father slaughter Torin in some dark basement. "Open it," Xavier spat, his teeth bared in a tight sneer. "Let's see what kind of game the old bastard is playing now." I broke the red wax seal with my thumbnail, pulling out a single sheet of heavy parchment written in clean, elegant black ink. I read the words out loud, my voice echoing through the quiet, dim room.

, he announced loudly. Unceremoniously startled, Sre's body jerked , the action unsettling the balance of her book as it clattered to floor, her eyes lifting to meet his. Chuckling lightly, Xaver heaved his weight off the wall and walked the short distance to the couch, adding, "You forgot to lock your front door, barely heard me come in and," Lifting her book, he crouched in front of her and pushed her reading glasses up her nose only to watch it slip down a little, again, "Here", he completed, offering her her book, his glass blue eyes never leaving her face.

I should have locked the guest room if I knew that this was going to happen! Later on, Vanessa turned to face Xavier and almost jerked up after seeing the dangerous look on his face. . And that's it for this chapter. Pwetty readers, pwease you can support this book by voting with a lot of gems and commenting your opinions also. (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠).

"Elara and Merida invited me too." Xavier quickly tapped the e-reader screen, which displayed a line he'd already written. "You're just an afterthought." Leonard silently shot him a look.

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..."