Invincible X Reader Novels & Stories

Making the beeping machine louder. " She is reacting to your presence even in that state," My eyes fluttered open and they met the most intimidating man in the universe. Xavier Stormcold.The whole world fell away and it was only us in the room, I looked into his stunning eyes and my hands twitched to touch him.

I open my eyes again. "She belongs to me" he said kicking his chest. " she belongs to Xavier knight." Again kicked hi harder on his chest as of now the guy started coughing blood. "NO ONE. CAN. TOUCH. WHAT. IS. MINE..... NO ONE" He said each and every word with a kick landing on his chest, stomach and few of on the guy's face. He keep hitting him until he collapsed on the floor lifeless covering in his blood. Other guys let go off my hand after seeing that horrible sight.

Some were stuck to the wall with a dagger. "Find them! I must end the Moon Crescent pack!!" "Papa, why?" I could feel tears welling in my eyes. I began to feel soreness in my throat and lungs. "We shall not have mercy on the enemy." I sniffed up my nose then, my body became cold. "Is that tears I see in your eyes Xavier?" He cracked his head from side to side for intimidation. I swallowed hard and stared at him and, the tears that had welled up began to pour.

She couldn't wrap her head around it, she didn't want to understand why they thought that the answers lay in the power of a fist. As Kayden ran, he leaped into the air and performed a spinning kick. Like his last attack, it didn't land properly as Xavier simply lifted his arm and deflected it with his biceps. Then, with his other hand, he bent his sharp, piercing nails and sliced into Kayden's thigh. The skin split open, blood gushing from the deep wound, blood flowing profusely, flesh visible through the flowing blood.

My chest aches so badly that it feels hard to breathe. “And nothing even happened,” I cry. “We never even—” “I know,” Xavier says immediately. Before I realize it, he’s pulling me gently into his chest. One arm wraps around me while the other rubs slow circles against my back. “I know.” My tears soak into his shoulder. “He’s an asshole,” Xavier mutters quietly, anger slipping into his voice for the first time. “And I’ll make sure he faces the consequences.” “What was he even thinking?” I whisper more to myself than anyone else. “Why would he do something like that?”

I sucked in a sharp breath. “You say that now, but I’ve seen what he can do,” I whispered, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “He’s relentless. Twisted. And he hates you. He’ll never stop coming for us.” “Then let him come,” Xavier said, gripping my waist tighter, pulling me flush against him like he could shield me from the world itself. “Let him send every last one of his monsters. I’ll end them all before they can even lay eyes on you.”

The men around me choke out with laughter, the stench of beer oozing out of their mouths. One of them points to the masked Xavier in the ring and says, “You see that man? That's Knight X.” He explains, excitement making his voice tremble. “He's the craziest man in WestMoon. He’s the only one who dares to fight the Lycans.” “And he does it every wrestle night!” Another man spits out. I return my gaze to Xavier who’s warming up in the ring. How dare he do this? Risk his life, fighting a Lycan warrior?

With a face full of grief, I swung the club in a wide arc and brought it down on Violet's calf with brutal force. "He's a fake heir, and you're the real daughter! You'd betray your own parents for some outsider? You've been possessed by a demon!" I kept swinging, shouting my heartbreak with every strike. "Vi, we share the same blood—hurting you hurts me too! But for this family, for the Sanders name, I'm taking care of this villain today! I have to wake you up! A family that stands together thrives! We have to cut out the cancer!"

The spine was broken from use. “You’re studying healing.” I took the book out of his hand and shoved it into the bag. “I work in a clinic. It helps if I know what the doctors are talking about.” Our fingers brushed. I looked up. “Fuck off,” I said. Xavier’s hand rose anyway. His knuckles brushed my cheek. His knuckles brushed my cheek. I hated how easily my body responded. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “Do you have any idea what this face does to men who are supposed to be untouchable? Alphas. Kings. Princes who should know better.”

It was an invitation. Xander sat cross-legged in the grass beside me, his shoulder pressed against mine. The intense, blinding white fire that had consumed the Author's desk had left his clothes singed and smelling of ozone, but the skin beneath his collar was cool. The charcoal heart on his chest remained quiet, a dark, permanent crest that no longer pulsed with the frantic rhythm of a system error. He looked at the blank page in the stranger’s lap, his eyes steady and clear. "We spent so long writing the laws of the escape," Xander said, his voice dropping into the quiet space between the crackle of the logs. "I don't think I know how to tell a story that doesn't have a price at the end of