Professor Xavier Cerebro Novels & Stories

Alpha Ulric and Liam leaned forward, interested. “Xavier’s brain didn’t feel right. I had Alaric sit next to him to compare. Alaric’s brain felt good, whole, like a well-oiled machine. All of it had electricity running through it. I could tell everything worked right in it. Xavier’s had dark spots, dead zones. I wanted to know why, and the feeling I got was that there were twins when he was in the womb. The other died in the womb, but Xavier didn’t get enough resources. Parts of his brain never developed. Probably the parts that have empathy. He told me he’s been killing people and eating them.” “As if raping she-wolves wasn’t enough,” Conri said.

But then the walls quivered, the mirror rattled, and the entire room shook violently. I stumbled forward, almost landing face-first on the floor. “What the fuck!” I gasped, gripping the edge of the dresser. And then I saw a spot in the center of the room begin to glow, faint at first, then brighter, until it pulsed like a heartbeat of pure light. The glow stretched upward, twisting into a shimmer that bent the air itself. My breath froze in my lungs. And out of the light Professor Celeste appeared. Her figure unfolded gracefully from the glow, like she belonged to it.

The whole class is talking about professor Zain and I'm smiling like an idiot thinking about him. What's happening to me? Stop thinking about him, Inaya. He's your professor. I mentally scolded myself for thinking about him. I don't want to think about him but still, I'm thinking about him. There is seriously something wrong with me. Three lectures passed away in thinking about my hottie professor. Now it is break time and I'm still thinking about him, sitting in the cafeteria with Anu and Vikas.

I was trying to be helpful. She held my gaze. “That’s not comforting.” “It’s not meant to be comforting. It’s just true. People are capable of being terrible and genuine at the same time. Your father built something real and he built it on something ugly and he tried to stop the ugly part too late.” I held her gaze. “That doesn’t mean the thing he built isn’t worth saving. It means it needs someone better than him running it.” “Xavier found the scientist. His name is Dr. Cliver Wilder. The researcher who worked on the original trials. He’s been meeting with him. That’s where he went during the digital silence.”

“Your last brain scan looked better too. These things take time. It’s not like in the movies where your vision suddenly comes back one day.” “I know. Life isn’t a fairytale.” He wrapped his arm around me and touched my coat pocket. “What’s this?” “Oh, the Rubik’s Cube.” I pulled it out. “I already solved one side. Pretty good, right?” “Did you bring it?” “No, Dr. Xavier gave it to me.” “Dr. Xavier?” “Yeah, the one from your department who’s getting married soon.” “He’s on leave to prepare for his wedding.” “What?” I froze and felt uneasy. “That wasn’t Dr. Xavier? Who was it, then?”

"I know." They hugged, long and quiet. --- Back inside, Ghost, Elodie, and Darius were reviewing architectural blueprints of the château. Mirabel stood off to the side, arms crossed, visibly tense. Xavier approached her. "You okay?" "I helped build the interface that stores Celeste's consciousness," she admitted. "Part of me wonders if I deserve to be forgiven." Xavier looked at her carefully. "Regret is only useful if you use it to build something better."

Dexter folded his arms and stood confidently, saying, "Of course, I am the 108th descendant of Adil Olsen. Back in the day, Hippocrates was able to perform surgery to heal wounds but I can heal penis with knife wounds." Upon hearing Dexter's confident words and looking at the two men who were already able to stand, Xavier was completely convinced by his words. When he glanced at the spot where the cut was made, he couldn't help but start crying. "Mr. Olsen, why didn't you come earlier?! I... I..." Xavier sobbed uncontrollably, barely able to speak. Dexter looked at Xavier with a puzzled expression. He didn't even know this person, so why was he waiting for him and ended up crying?

I glanced back at Xavier, who was watching us both like strangers, and suddenly the room felt too small, the air too heavy. “How bad is it?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “It affected his brain,” she replied, and this time her composure cracked. Tears slipped down her cheeks, and she quickly wiped them away like she didn’t want to cry in front of me. “The doctors said he might recover with time… or he might not. They don’t know.” I swallowed hard, a chill running down my spine. This was Xavier—our golden boy, our best model, the life of every set he walked onto. And now? He couldn’t even remember who he was, let alone the people who cared about him.

Raphael howled desperately. "Uh, wouldn't it be less traumatic if your friend is treated here?" Sensing that he had her attention, Xavier barreled on, "We have a very talented pack doctor whose mate is a dragon healer," his eyes flew to Jaxon, "Beta Vasquez, have someone wake Neville and Titan, please. Tell them we'll be arriving momentarily."

Nemesis’s Point of View. Xavier had requested a personal interview with me, hoping that it would trigger some of my lost memories. Despite his vague explanation, I agreed to the meeting, eager to maintain a peaceful atmosphere and to demonstrate my willingness to cooperate. Xavier briefly shared fragments of his past, speaking of his first mate, wife, lover, and their tragic demise. His words resonated with me, and I appreciated his openness, not to mention the incredible pleasure he had given me the previous night. Uncertainty clouded our connection, and I wasn’t entirely certain about the nature of our relationship beyond being mates. In fact, I wasn’t even sure what being mates truly mean