James Mcavoy Charles Xavier Novels & Stories

Xavier said with a wicked smirk. "Well I don't care what he's capable of doing and what's he's not capable of doing, he's a Quim so I'm not surprised. The same warning I will give to you also goes for him. Stay off my road, I hate obstacles, and if there's one thing I'm good at, it's getting rid of obstacles no matter how big or small they are. Have a nice day Mr. Xavier," Charles said to Xavier before tapping him on the shoulder and walking away.

he ordered. “Yes, sir,” Joaquin replied politely. Shortly after, the driver opened Charles's door and the latter moved out of the car and walked to the hospital lobby, “I swear to protect her, and the next thing I heard she’s in a coma,” he yelled internally. CONCURRENTLY… Xander was about to leave as he sat in the corridor for over an hour. When suddenly he saw a familiar figure emerge from the crowd. “Charles!” He uttered in disdain. The moment their eyes met. Charles narrowed his gaze and looked at Xander’s face. He could tell Xander hadn’t slept properly as there were dark circles around his eyes and stubble on his chin.

Xavier answer came fast and harsh. “Then I curse your union with her from the rising of the sun to the setting of it! I curse the day of your union and I curse Zara Michel and I say on the day of her union with Xavier Ainsworth she shall lose her human form and become a wandering wolf until her dying day!” Robb finished, and the room became as silent as the graveyard.

I asked Xavier and he sneered. "Being tortured. He hurt one of my third in commands, Jake. It pissed off my other third in command, Josh. They are best friends, have been for years. So I am letting Josh take his anger out on him. Haven't seen that much blood in a while." I know he was only saying that to piss off the other two rogues but I still flinched. "Sorry," he whispered. I nodded as the rogue with the green eyes chuckled. "So that is why we're down here," his voice was as cruel and cold as his green eyes. "Because the stupid little runt is your mate." Xavier growled. Almost as if it was instinct, I put my hand on Xavier's arm. He calmed down instantly.

She ran towards his lifeless body and held him against her chest, fat tears rolled down her eyes as she mourned. "No you can't die, you can't leave me! I need you,Charlotte needs you, we're not done with our duty, we still have to protect and guide her. We still have a lot to do together. You can't die!!!" "Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily? You pesky little humans really do think highly of yourselves." Said the werewolf who is now in his human form.

He smiled and replied, “It’s nice to meet you. “Let me introduce myself. I am Garry Duncan, the champion of the International Mixed Martial Arts Competition! Nobody can go against me! “I’ll be the one protecting you from now on! “Rest assured. Nobody can ever hurt you whenever I’m around! “And for your own safety, I’ve decided to protect you twenty-four-seven!” Garry’s eyes were burning with passion. “Until the mission’s complete!” Hana was glaring at Garry with an odd look on her face, then walked forward and said, “Senior, let me handle protecting Miss Xavier instead.”

Roxanne was left standing alone, her eyes scanning the room when she saw a familiar face approaching her. "And here's the lady of the hour, the one and only, the extremely beautiful Roxanne Zamira Santos," Charles said with a dimpled smile. Roxanne's eyes widened in surprise. "Charles? What are you doing here?" Charles chuckled. "Mr. Xavier is a good friend of my father's. Not being here would have hurt my father." He took her hand, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "You look beautiful, Rox. Wanna come sit with me at my table?"

The students nearby suddenly quieted, stepping aside as if a high-speed train was coming through. ​I looked over Maya’s shoulder. ​A few yards away, a group of upperclassmen were walking toward the main courtyard. In the center was Xavier. He wasn't in a rush, but he moved with a casual, terrifying authority that demanded space. He was wearing a dark hoodie today, the sleeves pushed up to reveal his forearms, and that same unlit cigarette was tucked behind his ear. ​Maya leaned in, her voice dropping to a frantic whisper. "Oh, god. Look away, Summer."

"But storytelling is no substitute for evidence." I looked back at Xavier, searching his face for any trace of shame or guilt. His expression was blank, emotionless, and icy. Was this the same Xavier I had once dreamed of spending my life with? No, this wasn't the man I had loved. He had become someone else, someone who used his skills to manipulate rather than seek justice.

Xavier snorted, quiet, but unmistakably amused despite himself. Lorenzo turned his head, and his eyes, usually sharp, calculating, cold, softened. Just slightly. “I didn’t expect to open my eyes again,” he murmured. “So I suppose I should thank the two of you. Even if it kills me to do so.” “You protected my wife,” Xavier said, stepping forward, voice firm. “You almost died doing it. That deserves more than thanks, it deserves respect. And as much as our rivalry goes way back, that was a line that you managed to break through.”