Gardevoir X Novels & Stories

The men us dressed as beggars – it looks as if they were wrestling in the sand as they are covered in it. Our mission now , was to walk through the village to a isolated area - Xavier’s waterfall. The night before he had taken four horses – cherry and rider were definitely one of those four – and hid them by the waterfall. Xavier grabs me by the shoulders and makes me look deep into his eyes while he instructed me very carefully. “Rosemary…I need you to follow my every instruction okay…I need you to walk with Britney to the gates – the guard there is an ally , he will let you pass…” he tells me , something about his instruction makes me question him.

No one missed their presence when they were suddenly gone. Xavier was the complete opposite of the despicable Greg Ravenscroft. Despite his admiration for Rei, he displayed genuine kindness and integrity. Throughout the years, Xavier attentively observed Rei, showing a deep fondness for her. Despite his affection, Xavier's actions demonstrated genuine care for Rei's well-being. Instead of exploiting the situation for personal gain by expecting reimbursement for towing and car repair costs, Xavier acted selflessly. He even ensured the mechanic's silence so Rei would never know who had helped her. On that dark and stormy night, Xavier stopped to help Rei just before my employees could assist.

Xavier stood slowly and faced the older rogue again. “You will listen,” Xavier said, voice low. “You honoured guest-right today. You gave me Jo. You gave me Ryder and Kofi. That buys your pack a breath.” The rogue held his gaze. Xavier continued, each word measured. “If any harm comes to these hunters after this moment, if one more hair on their heads is touched by this stronghold, I will return with fire, and I will erase this place so thoroughly your grandchildren will argue over whether it ever existed.”

He lets out a cry that echoes across the realm. Let them come. Let them try. I place a note upon the headmaster’s desk. It appears with a flicker of violet-blue light and a soft thump as an ancient ruby lands beside it, warm to the touch, thrumming with alarm magic. Malric, The wards have been awakened. I have deployed the following guardians: Storin and Glorin – Front Gate Gargoyles Kiana – Sky Patrol, Serpent of Flame Flan – Bell Tower Griffin, Vision Guard

Gaynore standing by the entrance. Hands inside his pocket, Chandler smiled at the doctor. “Hello, Dr. Gaynore.” The smile on his lips wasn’t a good sign for Dr. Gaynore. Gaynore is a Salutary wolf in Wayne packs. He is a herbal wolf who heal and take care of the ill and inured. He has no magic or powers, and he couldn’t shape shift anymore that’s why he’s started to grow old physically at the age of 102. As his disguise, he’s working as normal doctor in general surgery department.

He whined. Vanilla couldn't help giggling softly. "Come back home Garret, I need you." Xavier's whine did it, Garret scrunched his nose up in disgust, making his bruised eyes that were starting to heal show. He examined the room, seeing the mess he and Greta had made of it, then his gaze returned to Vanilla, brows pinched. He opened his mouth to say something but he stopped himself, shaking his head and exiting the room, his footsteps echoing as he walked farther away. "Come back Garr, I need you!" Xavier called after him. "Ugh, whatever."

He turned to the Archives door, which was covered in glowing runes. "There are magical wards," he said. "And apparently something called a guardian that asks riddles. If we answer wrong, we die." "Comforting." "Are you sure about this? Once we go in, there's no turning back." I looked at him, this man who'd loved me and forgotten me, who was helping me despite every logical reason not to. My heart ached. "I'm sure." Xavier reached for the door handle. The moment his fingers touched it, the runes flared bright blue. A voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere.

She was sure he was using his Alpha tone to hurt other people, and she would prove it to his father to get him to strip his title. Xavier knew he wouldn’t get anywhere by continuing to fight. He turned and walked out of the cafeteria, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Xavier’s younger brother sighed and shook his head. Xavier had failed whatever test this was. Maybe Thea wouldn’t have to prove anything to his father after all. “I apologize on behalf of my family,” Garret said. He had light brown hair like Xavier’s, but he kept his short and tidy, unlike Xavier’s shaggy style. “To you, Thea, as well as to your mates.”

It was the foreboding look in his eyes that drew me in. Ivy followed my gaze. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Who is that?” “He’s a member of the patrol team. Why?” “I think something is wrong? Doesn’t the patrol team guard Blackridge?” Ivy’s expression changed as she looked about us. “Yes, that’s what they do. You don’t need to worry about anything. If something is wrong, Xavier will take care of me.” Her words assuage my worries. That is until the warrior lets out an ear piercing howl.

“They are Whitaker guards.” Xavier did not even turn his head to look at the approaching guards or their weapons. He just stared deep into my eyes, his tight grip on my wrists loosening slowly as he lowered my arms. He reached up and touched my wet cheek one last time, his thumb dragging slowly across my bottom lip. “The winter gala is in four days, little wolf,” Xavier said, his voice a low promise. “Fix your dress before then. Because when I see you standing on that stage, I am taking you home with me.”