Professor X James Mcavoy Novels & Stories

“No matter what, thank you for standing up for me. As your professor, it’s only fair that I reward you.” I exhaled in relief. “No need, Professor! It’s what students should do anyway…” “You do deserve it.” He picked up the phone on the desk, his gaze deep and unreadable. “Are you hungry? I will get you a sausage.” I froze for a second and then nodded frantically. As long as he didn’t make a big deal out of it, I’d eat anything—even metal if he handed it to me! “Thank you, Professor! I want the biggest one!”

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

She looks at his face for a long moment and then she nods, jumping into it immediately. "Professor McCall is the one behind everything," she starts, “he is the one who has been making Fever, and has been using my research to do it. But he just retired from the university and I am not working with him anymore, so the whole thing should stop soon. Once he is out the supply should dry up completely." Draco frowns because that does not match with anything he has found out.

Katty quickly changed the topic, "oh! You mean the professors are really good looking, right ?" Kavya gave her an annoyed look, but Katty pinched her , which was an indirect command to keep Kavya quiet, otherwise they both would face harsh punishment. "Oh, yes the professors are good looking and amazing. Look at their body structure, perfect and fine," Marcus commented. Everyone: Who is this weirdo? Is he gay , talking how creepy and like crazy. "Are you three done embarrassing our group in front of everyone? Or you still have something left?" James furiously mumbled.

– he asked one of the spectators “He needed a ride.” – the man in orange shirt said The professor nodded and walked towards Damon. He couldn’t deny it. Seeing what just happened, he knew who the leader of the pack was. It was this man in front of him. And it was his curiosity that wanted to have a connection with this man. “Hello, sir. My name is Professor Jonathan Dela Cruz. I teach Folklore at a university. If you need anything, I’m ready to assist you.” Damon frowned. Folklore?

His disdain for pleasantries was as palpable as the whiskey that burned in his throat. "Of course you don't," James replied, unperturbed. "I know so much about you, but you don't know anything about me. Now, back to the case, tell me what you know." Xavier took another deliberate sip, the liquid fire emboldening his tongue. "What I know is that I woke up next to a woman whose name I don't fucking know," he spat, his voice laced with venom and vulnerability—a cocktail he wasn't used to tasting.

"Wow, thank goodness!" The students began to quiet down when the lecturer entered. It was Mr. James. He is the most handsome lecturer in the history faculty. Now, I’m starting to understand why his face looks so unreal—it must be because he’s not human. He's a Lycan in a pack with Drax. From a distance, he looked at me with a sharp gaze. "Did you see that? Did Mr. James just look at us, Elea?” Barbara whispered. "Who knows?"

asked Professor annoyed. She looked up, it was Xavier’s friend Liam Wilson. He smirked. “Where is your best friend, the other culprit?’ asked the professor. “I am here,” said a deep voice. Her gaze fell on the being standing next to Liam. “Mr. Allen, do you think, it is time? I am so pleased finally having you in the class,” said the professor. Xavier yawns and looked around the class. “Unable to get up sooner,” he said while raising an eyebrow.

“The way you led your team through impossible odds, the perfect score on the final exam. I believe you’re going to do well here.” Say something intelligent, Daisy. Stop staring at him like a lovesick fool. “I-I hope so,” I mumble. “The academy seems... intense.” “It is,” he agrees. “But you survived the Warrior Competition, so you will survive this place. Just remember—” “Liam Kingston!” We both turn to see a professor striding towards us, his cashmere coat waving in the afternoon breeze. He looks older than Professor Navarro with silver strands threading through his dark hair and a facial expression of perpetual irritation.

I reply. "Do you know alot about the Draven's professor?" I ask curiously. The Professor chuckles a little as Lorie's school comes into view. "The Draven's and I go way back and please call me James when where not in lecture." He answers as he sticks his hands in his pockets. "I know everything about them and NIcolae and I are very close...I also know their family secret." He answers. "Are you one of them too?" I ask as we stop in front of Lorie's school.