Professor X James Mcavoy Novels & Stories

*Jason—* *Ten minutes, Rose. It was not an order. It was also very nearly one. The bond carried the undertow of it: not lust, not recklessness, but need sharpened by deprivation and wrapped carefully in restraint. *If anyone sees—* *They’ll see a professor and a student speaking on the steps of an archive building in broad daylight. The academy can survive it.* I bit back a laugh into my tea. *Arrogant.* *Hungry.* That one landed too softly, too honestly.

Shapeless Sword Energy reverberated throughout the forest, causing the fallen leaves on the ground to swirl in the air. “Unsheathe your sword, Kiddo.” The disciple who brandished his sword said, “Regardless of the outcome of your examination, my name is Xavyer Malachi. Keep that in mind.” Xavyer introduced himself. With a calm expression, James said, “I don’t need a sword to defeat you.” “This is the first time I’ve encountered such an arrogant youngster. Today, I’ll show you the true strength of the Welkin Academy.” After he spoke he charged at James.

Professor Malric. He stood at the front of the room alone, backlit by the eerie green flame hovering in the chandelier overhead. He wasn’t like the other professors, with their tweed coats and spectacles and tenure. He was young—young enough to raise eyebrows. And yet there was nothing inexperienced about the way he carried himself. His long black coat hung from his shoulders like it belonged to someone else. His hands were bare today—no gloves. Pale, long fingers that curled idly around the edge of his desk, as if considering whether to grip or strike.

Her dark long hair was tied to the back, showing off her features and her intimidating blue eyes. "I wasn't staring," I said . Lena raised a brow. "Sure. And I wasn't just watching Xavier practically destroy his opponent." At the mention of his name, my eyes shifted to the center of the field. The professor was sparring with another elite student, his movements were precise. He moved like a shadow, as he effortlessly dodged strikes before countering with speed. "Why do you students call him by his name?" I asked. "You mean Xavier?" "Yes.... he's your professor, I thought we should address him as such." I continued.

She just nodded, raising her eyebrows at me as she glanced between Xavier and me one more time. "Alright, class, listen up." A man called over the crowd of students as he entered through one of the back doors of the gym. It was almost comical as he came up beside Xavier. The two of them couldn't be more different. Where Xavier was tall, lean, and lethal, the other man was all bulky muscle on a short, stocky frame. "You may call me Professor Brawn." "Well, that definitely suits him," Lexi whispered to me under her breath, causing me to have to cover my grin with my hand as I listened to the professor.

The ceremony continued with Professor Xander also receiving 20 small gold coins and was also awarded with a position in Tower of Magi as a 3rd officer mage while us girls received 10 small gold coins each. After the rewards were given we were dismissed so we went to my restaurant where Xavier and guys were already waiting for us. "How was the audience with my father?" Xavier asked when we started eating. "I was so nervous." I replied. "What is there to be nervous about?" Healer Jan asked. "You and Professor Xander were scaring me yesterday!" I said. "We didn't. All we said yesterday was true." Healer Jan said. "I heard you became a 3rd officer Healer Jan. Congratulations." Wischard said.

Me: That's a hundred percent correct and I also know you better than you know yourself. We beamed at each other ear to ear. My hottie Professor: Today I'm really not feeling like taking the class. Me: So what are you feeling like to do, Professor? My hottie Professor: I'm just feeling like to keep talking to you like this. Me: Then keep talking, who is stopping you? After all, you're a professor. You can even cancel the class. I winked at him. My hottie Professor: That's a great idea. I think I should really cancel the class today.

I stumbled back, blinking in surprise as my eyes focused on the last person I wanted to see right now. Rex. My ex. And standing right next to him, looking smug as ever, was his new girlfriend, the one Agnes had mentioned. The one whose father apparently owned half the city—including, it seemed, the school. “Well, well, well,” Rex said with a nasty grin, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked me up and down. “If it isn’t the professor.” I narrowed my eyes, trying to sidestep him, but he blocked my path. His girlfriend, a tall, elegant blonde who looked like she’d stepped out of a fashion magazine, let out a soft, fake laugh.

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

Lastly, those from Julian’s label. I nod. I’m familiar with Professor Paige. He’s the head of the drama and film department. He used to be our professor as a freshman. “Only two from Whitlock? So, there are four from the label?” I was about to ask who they were, but I heard my name. “Anya Scott!” I get to my feet and raise my hand. “I’m here!” I turn to face Kristoff. “So, wish me luck?” “Nail it.”