Claude X Byleth Novels & Stories

Noah struggled as Xavier lifted him by the straps of his overalls. "Mr. Xavier, I can walk on my own." He strained to look at Xavier. Clifford finally got a clear look at the boy's face. The resemblance between Noah and Xavier when he'd been a child was uncanny. "Who... whose child are you?" Noah sneered inwardly but replied, "I'm Claude and Yvette's son." Clifford frowned in confusion. "Who's Claude?" "Claude is the most amazing man in the world—"

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

She looked at Clyde, and even his expression had changed, his eyes were cold and angry and sinister and his face had no expression and he stared at Hayley with an intent to kill. “Hello Clyde.” Hayley said as she looked at Clyde and said, “I guess all these years of living in Slemore must be fun right?” “Shut up you fiend!” Clyde said as he glared at Hayley who shrugged and said, “you know it’s not my fault that you are in this condition, it was because you were dumb.” “I don’t care, all I care about it just getting rid of this spirit and I am going to make you his next vessel.”

Byleth spoke through clenched teeth, “Do you still consider yourself Rheasians?” Taio let out a cold grunt. “How are we not Rheasians? It’s best if you watch your words, Byleth!” Byleth’s eyes were almost popping out of his eye sockets from anger. His chest was heaving as he breathed heavily. If he had the ability, he would have already attacked and decapitated Eustace and his team!

he hears his dad's voice, making him jump in place after being startled. "Pops... Wh- what are you doing here?" he says, taking a step back. His dad, Caleb sits on the small recliner, with a glass of whisky in his right hand. Caleb takes a swig of the warm poison, hissing as he places the glass back on the small table next to the recliner.

"Why have you brought an outsider with you?" "There is no outsider here." Dax snapped, shooting the man a glare. "Clarence, this is my granddaughter..." For a moment, Dax paused, remembering that I currently didn’t have a name. "Her name is Xena." Xena… it had a good ring to it, but I couldn’t help wondering why he had chosen that name. "Granddaughter?" Clarence repeated, letting a bark of laughter escape him. "Since when have you had a granddaughter?" "Since we discovered that Xavier left an heir behind before he disappeared." Dax beamed. "And aside from that, I have nothing else to explain to you."

Thomas roared into the night yet not a single sound answered his call. That Supreme Existence has executed the wrath of the restless heavens and disappeared upon the next breath. "I KNOW THAT YOU ARE STILL HERE! ANSWER ME!" Thomas' crazed summons reverberated in the halls. In his arms, there was a weak woman filled with grey hair and a wrinkled face of the ancient. "Claude..." Claudia muttered her son's name as she was about to say thank you to her son’s master in the unknown deep of the skies yet she has not the breath to continue her words.

“Hahaha!” The old man tossed a half-dead Hamilton to Kayson and scoffed, “I, Claude Powell, have been alive for years, and this is the first time I’ve met an arrogant kid like you!” He blew a mouthful of black smoke at Kayson right after saying that. His exhale was as pungent as burning plastic. Kayson let out a low-toned shout before he transformed his energy into a billowing gale to bounce the toxic air away. Claude was not surprised. “As expected of a pre-celestial practitioner. You’re so young, yet you manipulate your energy so easily. You’re practically a peerless prodigy.

“Hahaha!” The old man tossed a half-dead Hamilton to Kayson and scoffed, “I, Claude Powell, have been alive for years, and this is the first time I’ve met an arrogant kid like you!” He blew a mouthful of black smoke at Kayson right after saying that. His exhale was as pungent as burning plastic. Kayson let out a low-toned shout before he transformed his energy into a billowing gale to bounce the toxic air away. Claude was not surprised. “As expected of a pre-celestial practitioner. You’re so young, yet you manipulate your energy so easily. You’re practically a peerless prodigy.

Where was the real Xavier, the one that appeared in her room? "Anyway, allow me introduce myself properly", Xavier continued and straightened to his full height. He let out a warm smile at Layla and bowed slightly. "Xavier Birmingham. A descendant of the Ancient Shades. I'm a Shadow..." "Shadow warrior",Layla whispered along with him. It wasn't an illusion. This was real. The Xavier before her was actually the one that appeared to her, but this was only his younger self. And it made her confused her all the more.