Vessel X Reader Novels & Stories

In fact, there was a whole shelf dedicated to romance, so someone in the house must be a fan. Not Xavier though, she couldn’t see him reading anything so frivolous. Perhaps something dry about the history of werewolves or war amongst the paranormal race… that seemed more his style, not romance even if he did totally fit the mold of asshole-alpha-male-who-needed-bringing-down-a-peg-or-two perfectly. Her lips quirked as she headed for the door. There was that word again. Asshole. It just seemed to slide so perfectly through the mind when she thought of him. Unfortunately, her over-active imagination didn’t stop there.

Plopping down next to him I leaned back, and he slung his arm around the back of the couch, his hand resting easily on my shoulder. “Now that we are all here” Alpha Alex said, eyes scanning the room, “Xavier, our librarian can tell us what is going on.” He nodded to the older man as he gestured him to sit in his chair, Xavier shuffled slowly and sank into Alex’s oversized chair. His cloudy eyes looked at each one of us in turn, seeming to see through us, into us. “I had thought it a myth, something I read once in an old book; but now I find it happening in front of my eyes.” He set a barely held together book on the table, the binding frayed and in danger of falling apart at any moment.

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

"You wanna die.... Ehn.... You think you can just die, what about your parents, me, your company." He didn't move, he just stand there, still, staring at me.... While I try to control my emotions. I feel angry, hurt and at the same time sad. "Xavier...." He connects his lips with mine, cutting me shut. (My little chocolatings, given those two a ship name *Xap.* what do you think, or you got a better ship name? Like and comment like always. Wait and also, the next chap is a 18 rated scene, please skip if you don't have a liking for sex scenes. Love yal. ADIOS.)

A chunk of the ship’s wall vanished, sucked into the violet vacuum of the Sub-Directory tunnel along with the obsidian claw-mark. The ship lurched violently, the sirens changing from a high-pitched scream to a low, rhythmic warning. [EMERGENCY_QUARANTINE: ACTIVE] [VACUUM_SEAL: ENGAGED] Xander collapsed to the floor, his hand smoking, the silver light in his eyes dimming to a dull grey. I dove toward him, catching him before his head hit the vibrating deck. "Did we... get it?" he panted, his breath smelling of ozone and burnt magic.

The book’s worn edges and cracked spine hinted at countless secrets within. As I opened it, I realized, it was a journal- Xavier's journal. I froze and then kept it aside, I couldn't read his journal or anyone's, that was a private. I wouldn't want someone to read mine if I ever wrote anything. The weight of the invasion felt heavy in my chest, guilt tightening my throat.

“Wander?” “You notice things we don’t.” Xavier nodded in agreement. “I was about to say the same thing.” I laughed. “So basically… You two have a plan. And I get to walk around hoping something jumps out at me?” Silas grinned. “Pretty much.” They disappeared in opposite directions. Within seconds, the quiet rustle of turning pages filled the room. I wandered slowly between the towering shelves. Most of the titles meant absolutely nothing to me. Kingdoms Beyond the Eastern Sea. Treatise on Ancient Trade Routes. The Migration of Wyverns. Founding Charters of the Seven Courts. Interesting… Just probably not helpful.

Strange… Xavia already knew that they had an unusual relationship and it had nothing to do with her, but why did her heart feel so troubled? Splash! Suddenly, something cold hit her chest. Xavia gasped and shivered. She quickly looked down and saw that a glass of red wine had been spilled on her. The cool scarlet liquid slid down her gown, staining the fabric red as it seeped into it. It felt cold and uncomfortable.

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

Giving up on sleep, I threw off the blanket, grabbed an empty glass, and padded downstairs barefoot to get some water. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I noticed a warm sliver of light spilling out from the kitchen doorway. I stepped into the archway and stopped. Xavier was sitting at the marble island alone, a single low lamp turned on behind him, reading through a thick hardcover book. He had his reading glasses on, his dark hair slightly messy from running his hands through it. Neither of us expected the other to be up. "Can't sleep?" I asked softly, stepping inside.