Xavier Knight Book Novels & Stories

Xavier's jaw twitched like he wanted to say something, but had clamped his teeth around it instead, although the look he was giving the king was more than enough to say it all. "Nothing to say, Knight?" The king taunted once more, and although Xavier's jaw continued to tick, he didn't speak a single word as he simply stood there, entirely still as he stared up at the man. "Very well then, at least you know when to hold your tongue, Lieutenant. Color me surprised to see you escorting a group of little girls on a mission to take my son on his... adventures. Either way, my lovely people have been waiting for a show, so what do you say we give them one worth their wait, Knight?" The whole crowd

More human than he had ever seemed before. More dangerous, too. Because some devils don’t scream when they stab you. They smile. And wait for you to crawl back first. — Next chapter teaser: Outside, the palace roared with news—Xavier was back. Inside, I slept through it all. With his scent in my lungs. And the storm brewing in his eyes. This was no longer just a game of hate. This was war. And I had no armor left but the warmth of the enemy.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

The cry was sad. It was as if emotions that had been suppressed for far too long were finally breaking free. I followed the sound and saw Xavier. He was kneeling by a grave, his eyes red. How ridiculous. For days, I had tried countless times to reach him, only to fail every single time. To make it worse, Christine’s ashes lay quietly not far from him, yet he was there grieving at Eve's grave. Sensing my gaze, Xavier looked at me, his expression quickly turning cold. He stood up abruptly and stormed over, grabbing my shoulders in a fit of rage.

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!!!

I stopped by the library to get a book first, before I made my way to the garden. The pool not so far from it called my name, though, but I really didn't want to add fuel to the fire. I stayed put in a hidden corner, always glancing behind me to be sure not even Knox could see me from his room. Hours passed with me feeling slightly alive… and the book by Colleen Hoover… I wouldn't lie, she worsened my emotional state in the best way. I could now cry and reflect deeply on everything. Knox was angry and he had the right to be. I was stupid and now I was paying the price. Christopher was a monster with no shroud of humanity and I got what I got for playing with a monster.

Like a memory buried too deep to name. --- The next morning, I was eating eggs and toast in the new kitchen when Xander walked in with a set of keys. "New car," he said casually. I blinked. "Excuse me?" "Fully armored. Top-tier navigation. Custom GPS I can monitor directly. And an emergency signal that only I receive." "Xander—" "I won’t apologize." I sighed. He leaned in, kissed my forehead. "I know you’re strong. But strength isn’t the same as isolation. You’re not alone anymore. Let me protect you. Even when you don’t think you need it."

Xavier called, his deep voice cutting through the silence of the parking lot. Morgan immediately stiffened, his grip tightening on Stella’s bag. He shot him a glance, recognizing the man before them immediately, he was the man who was at his house two weeks ago searching for God knows what. "Uncle Xavier, you are back!" Stella greeted, her tone polite with a tinge of excitement. "What brings you here?" "I’ve come to take you home, I am your uncle, remember!" Xavier replied smoothly, stepping closer. His gaze flickered to Morgan, and the smile on his face darkened. He recognized him at a glance, he was the witch, silver-haired witch, the next king of witches.

The bloodshed was what kept him sane… Nothing else could help, and no one stretched out a hand when he was screaming out for help on the inside. He pitied his life…pitied his own damn self... And he wondered, who'd come to hold his hand when he eventually slipped down into the hole he dug...? Who'd save him, from his demons...from himself? **** *** A/N// WELCOME TO BOOK 2!!!! Alright...Alright what do you think people...? Thus Xavier's story😩poor man...I love him so much. but who do you think will save him?

Brandon Knight had lost his genuine concern for other people. His so-called pals were OK, but he was well aware that none of them would be really concerned if he vanished from the face of the world. His father didn't care about him or know anything about him, his mother abandoned him, his uncle abused him, and his aunt kicked him out of the house. He would occasionally throw himself pity parties and go through periods of self-destruction. He and Kevin would get so inebriated that they would start hitting on guys in bars. He would use bricks to smash the windshields of people's cars as they drove by. He'd challenge anyone to have a fuck with him. Possibly, if some jerk had enough balls, someo