X Men First Class Charles Xavier Novels & Stories

But as we retreated, the Lycan spoke in a deep, resonant voice that stopped us in our tracks. "Let go of her now," he commanded. The voice was familiar, and a wave of relief washed over me even before he stepped from the shadows. Xavier. Seeing him unharmed brought an overwhelming sense of relief. However, without any hesitation, Xavier charged at Martin. In a desperate move to protect me, Martin yanked me behind him and rushed to meet Xavier head-on, even before I could speak. I don't know what gave Martin the courage or the guts to think he could defeat a Lycan Alpha. The collision was thunderous. With a fierce swipe, Xavier sent Martin flying through the air like a rag doll. Martin's body

and then jumping straight to this moment. Madman's eyes looked straight at me, as if they could look into my heart. I froze for a moment, until I heard him ask again. "Who is Xavier? "Xavier? I tried to think, a want to feel confused, just like I do math Olympiad in primary school can not do that. "Do I know him? I asked. "You know," Madman said without thinking. I saw Hansel seem to be trying to stop him, but he went on. "Xavier is the Alpha of the Sin Pack, and his name is Williams."

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

It was part of his very core, part of the very feralness and primal nature that drove him. The scales fell from her eyes. Xavier Michaelson wasn’t a good man with a ruthless streak. He was a ruthless predator who wore the man like a suit. And that made a shiver go down her spine.

Yes. His Starla had always been gentle and understanding. And yet, he had let her face this all alone. His gaze hardened with determination. “Professor Zimmer,” he said, his voice firm. “I need a favor.” “No matter the cost, I’ll pay for it.” After leaving the lab, Xavier drove alone to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city. He knelt before the Xanders’ graves, placing a bouquet of fresh flowers in front of the tombstone. “Charles. Hanna.”

But after the last night event where Xavier killed the girl, the council wasn't going easy on him. Xavier was a mutant Vampire as his mother was a human. He was born with Vampire genes and he was strongest among all. He was born to rule but due to his strong inner vampire, the council was scared of him. Javes sat on the chair and looked at the screen where Xavier and Star were fighting with each other like little kids. It was first time he saw him that happy. Javes believed that Star can be Xavier's bride and can free him from those chains but now he didn't have much time.

Stuck with the pain of losing her for forever. And now I'm the Xavier that Dionne removed once before. The cold, ruthless, and most merciless person who ever lived. So with that, all Hell will rain down on this earth until I get revenge. I will hunt to the ends of the earth to find Malcom Rinaldi and he'll be sorry he ever, ever fucked with Xavier Foster.

“ look Xaiver, whatever shit you have going on, I'll advice you to stop now. Because I will find out and I'll burn in to the ground along side you” “ you're not the hero here Marco”. “Neither am I the monster here. I’ve said all I could…” he drawled as he rose to his feet. “For now. And I want you to remember, Xavier—I’m always ahead of you. I hold the power you don’t.” The Omertà File. That's the power he holds.

As I dragged my two large suitcases to the door, Xavier grabbed one of them. “I’ve got surgery tomorrow,” he said, his voice flat. “I don’t have time to get divorced.”

A twisted smile tugged at the corners of Xavier's mouth. “You know, little pup,” he drawled, his voice smooth yet menacing. “For decades, I kept to myself—shielding my people from your world.” I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the gruesome sight of his hand buried deep inside Richard’s torso. “But your ancestors—both witches and werewolves—came to me first. They spoke of unity, of coexistence. ‘We are all mystical beings,’ they said. ‘Why should we fight each other?’” His hand pushed further into Richard, and I flinched as more blood poured out, pooling beneath them.